November 9, 2007

NaBloWhatNow?

We took the kids to Turkey Bingo at their school tonight, because nothing says Catholic School like Bingo Night (with the priest calling the numbers and everything!). They had a great time, and Henry won TWICE! Note to self: have the boy buy my lottery tickets next time. Apparently he has The Gift.

Despite the fact that it was Turkey Bingo, we did NOT come home with a turkey. In a freak twist of fate, Henry managed to win both times in the Kids’ Bingo round. And — AND! — he happily agreed to let Charlie have the second prize.

Isn’t that nice? Too bad they both chose crappy light-up swords that will be broken before lunch tomorrow. But still! So nice.

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September 24, 2007

talkin’ ’bout my generation

This was our first weekend of full-blown pee wee soccer. Henry has played a couple of seasons before this, but it was always in the little buddy leagues, the ones where the coaches are on the field with the kids and no one keeps score and the whole idea is to learn some skills and have fun.

Also, his teams have always sucked. What?!? It’s true.

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August 27, 2007

through sheer dumb luck, we all survived the weekend

Friday night, was Bingo Night at the boys’ school; it was also the first Cub Scout meeting of the year. Charlie wanted to play bingo, and Henry wants to be a Cub Scout, so Wade and I agreed that we would divide the responsibilities: I would take bingo and Charlie and he would take Scouting and Henry. But then Friday came and Wade had a late meeting and didn’t leave his office until 6:45 and he was racing to meet us at school by 7:00. Meanwhile, Charlie had decided that maybe bingo wasn’t what he thought it was going to be and was waffling about going (by which I mean he spent the afternoon whining, “I don’t WANT to play bingoooooo”), while Henry was yelling “IS IT TIME FOR CUB SCOUTS YET? WHEN WILL IT BE TIME FOR CUB SCOUTS? CAN WE GO NOW?”

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August 23, 2007

for those about to rock, we salute you

Henry’s dress uniform. He looks a little bit like Angus Young, with less hair. Or maybe like Jack Black in School of Rock. But skinnier.

I am resisting the urge to make a Highway to Hell joke here. But it’s hard, believe me.

August 1, 2007

this is a pitch, but I was NOT paid to write it

On Monday morning, my cell phone rang. When I answered it . . .

No, let’s go back. On Monday morning, I was in the condiments aisle at SuperTarget, trying to find garlic in a little jar. The boys were with me and were biding their time until they could go look at toys, but they had been doing that for a while so they were ready to roll. While I was standing there, my cell phone rang.

No, I need to go back further. Over the weekend, at BlogHer, I lost my voice. It was a combination of too many drinks and too many loud places and too much talking, but I was barely croaking along on Monday. Also, I was coughing a lot, which might indicate that the whole thing was illness related and not conference related.
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July 31, 2007

it was the best sandwich ever

Today at lunchtime I did what I always do and made lunch for the boys. Henry was stalking me around the kitchen grumbling because I told him that he could play on the computer AFTER we went to the pool but not BEFORE which was apparently a HUGE injustice. So I put him to work finding place mats for lunch, mostly just to shut him up. He did that and then sat at the table grumbling about how long it was taking me to make the sandwiches and couldn’t we EAT already and get the whole pool thing OVER WITH so he could play on the computer?

Argh.

When the sandwiches were ready (which took like ninety five seconds, I swear to you) I asked Henry to call Charlie to the table. What I MEANT was would he walk to the bottom of the stairs and call his brother; what he HEARD me say was would he lean three inches to his left and holler “CHAAAAARLIE! LUNCH IS READY!”

Like I couldn’t have done that.
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