Sunday, March 9
Wii are out of control!
This game is a riot! The J man has adapted to it quite well. I'd say that for a four year old, he is pretty stinkin' good. He can beat me in tennis, baseball and bowling. Do you know how humiliating that is? To be "schooled" by a pre-schooler? Yesterday, Daddy bought him a new Mario game for it. He has gotten pretty far in it already. I challenge anyone to come over here and play him in any game. A warning to you though - - don't wear your pride on your sleeve. I'd hate for you to lose it here. Go ahead and check it at the front door.
Saturday, March 8
Friday, March 7
New Lease on Life
I've got to give a shout out to my girl, Yoda. Just the mental breath of fresh air I needed last night. Thanks, girl.
She sent me a video clip of Randy Pausch's Last Lecture. In the summer of 2006, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. There has been a lot of discussion in the media recently about this particular form of cancer. It is one of the most fatal.
Randy Pausch is a Professor at Carnegie Mellon University. He was invited to participate in the Last Lecture series, in which faculty are invited to imagine what they would say to students if they knew they were about to die.
His speech was amazing. And unfortunately, it wasn't a what-if scenario. He is terminal. In part of his lecture, he talks about choosing to be either a "Tigger" or an "Eeyore" in life. Go here and see the video.
I choose to be a "Tigger." And I choose to surround myself with other "Tiggers." Life is just more fun that way.
Thursday, March 6
Clarification
It has never been my intention to hurt feelings here. Ever. Read the site. Don't read it. It's up to you. I just want to have fun. I just want to talk about my day. I want to talk about the things that go on in my life. For the most part - - I want to be light-hearted. Occasionally, I get passionate about things.
So - - for the record. If I have ever hurt your feelings here - - I. Am. Sorry.
Carry on...
So - - for the record. If I have ever hurt your feelings here - - I. Am. Sorry.
Carry on...
The Game
Because it bears repeating - - it was fabulous!!
We left Thursday around noon. When we got to San Antonio, we checked into our hotel and just kind of vegged for an hour or so. Then, we called our party that met us there and headed out for dinner.
We found the AT&T Center, first. Just to be safe. Then found a place to eat. BBQ it was. There wasn't much to eat around there. We built ourselves plenty of cushion time. Just to be safe. We were NOT missing those player intros and the tip-off.
We finished dinner and got to the Center just as they were opening the doors to let people in. I. Was. Giddy. As we are navigating the line to get in, we sort of hear an announcement about cameras. I had my little camera in my purse, David had the Rebel and H had the mega lens in her purse. I was afraid they would make us (meaning David) take it back out to the car. (Which, by the way, would have FREAKED David out. He would have been convinced it would be stolen.) A slight scare and a purse search for me, but we were allowed to take our stuff in. They didn't see the mega lens in H's purse. Whew. That would have gotten us in trouble. Glad we had it though. David snapped some AWESOME pics with it. Even with the low light. I was going to post some here, but there are just too many to narrow it down. I'm going to put an entire album up on our family blog. Not tonight, of course. It takes forever to do that.
They gave us scratch off tickets as we entered. I just stuffed mine in my purse and went on my merry way, kind of overwhelmed by the whole experience. I'll get to this later.
The dancer girls were scattered throughout serving as greeters. I "urged" David to go over and let me take his picture with one of them. It didn't take much urging. I think he was shocked that I encouraged him to do it. He looked hilarious with that grin on his face. Oh the scrapbook page that's going to make!! (By the way - - even *I* thought she was hot. Just sayin'.)
We finally found our seats. Unfortunately, they didn't come with oxygen masks. With that altitude, we needed them. We were still center court and could see quite nicely. It was just quite a climb.
Some of the guys were out shooting and warming up. I got excited all over again.
Then I saw my basketball nemesis. Mr. Cuban. Yes, we have pictures of him. He is not my only basketball enemy anymore. Jason Kidd is numero uno. Then Mark, then Dirk. They are all now in my Basketball Coalition of Suck.
The intro of the players and the tip off - - sent chills down my spine. LOVED. IT. Exactly what I was looking for. All of the lights went out. I shot it on video on my little camera. It was so cool. Then the tip off. It was on.
When the first free throw was being shot by the Spurs, I quickly discovered that I had another person to add to my BC of S. It would be the Mavs fan sitting directly behind me. Wow. Just wow. I had to be sitting directly in front of the biggest a-hole in the entire arena. Seriously. The man was a butt-munch. He shouted out, quite loudly, "BRICK." I did a double take. I'm sure David was thinking to himself, "Oh please, B, keep you big mouth shut and your glances to a minimum." This guy was huge. He had on a Mavs jersey, with no t-shirt underneath and he was sucking down the brews. To say he was obnoxious is an understatement. He went on and on the entire game. He would whistle, too. One of those "put his fingers in his front teeth and whistle SO loud" kind of whistles. My ears were bleeding. I *so* wanted to go off on him but I was skeered.
I'm getting long winded, I'll wind it down.
The Spurs won in what can only be described as a nail-biter. It came down to the last few plays of the game. I saw some incredible plays - - by BOTH teams. It was an awesome game for us to attend. I was so relieved they won. Whew. I was on a high.
And when that final buzzer sounded, I turned around behind me. What? Where did the Numero Uno Mavs fan go? I don't know. He pulled quite a Houdini. He was gone!! Too bad. I would have loved to have seen his face. For once.
The rest of the weekend - - some shopping, some dining, some Starbucks. I even went to the movies. I saw Vantage Point. I liked it. It was intense. Good flick. I give it a B+ on B's movie scale. It had so much more potential. It didn't play like I thought it would and it got kind of redundant.
Oh yeah - - the scratch off ticket. I won a Tony Parker mini basketball. Cool, huh? Nobody else in my group won. I gave it to the boys when we got back. I never win anything. I didn't play the ticket until shortly before the game started. We were already in our seats. So - - I had to get back up and take the hike to the other side of the arena to collect my ball. Ugh. But I won.
Better yet - - my boys won. And I had the best time. The best.
If you are still with me - - wow. Are you really this bored? I don't know that I would have hung in there in such an epic post about a sport that I don't give three flips about. If you skimmed, that's okay. I'm not bitter. The Spurs won and I had fun. That's all you really need to know. I'll post a message when the pics are up in an album on the family website.
Go Spurs, Go!!
We left Thursday around noon. When we got to San Antonio, we checked into our hotel and just kind of vegged for an hour or so. Then, we called our party that met us there and headed out for dinner.
We found the AT&T Center, first. Just to be safe. Then found a place to eat. BBQ it was. There wasn't much to eat around there. We built ourselves plenty of cushion time. Just to be safe. We were NOT missing those player intros and the tip-off.
We finished dinner and got to the Center just as they were opening the doors to let people in. I. Was. Giddy. As we are navigating the line to get in, we sort of hear an announcement about cameras. I had my little camera in my purse, David had the Rebel and H had the mega lens in her purse. I was afraid they would make us (meaning David) take it back out to the car. (Which, by the way, would have FREAKED David out. He would have been convinced it would be stolen.) A slight scare and a purse search for me, but we were allowed to take our stuff in. They didn't see the mega lens in H's purse. Whew. That would have gotten us in trouble. Glad we had it though. David snapped some AWESOME pics with it. Even with the low light. I was going to post some here, but there are just too many to narrow it down. I'm going to put an entire album up on our family blog. Not tonight, of course. It takes forever to do that.
They gave us scratch off tickets as we entered. I just stuffed mine in my purse and went on my merry way, kind of overwhelmed by the whole experience. I'll get to this later.
The dancer girls were scattered throughout serving as greeters. I "urged" David to go over and let me take his picture with one of them. It didn't take much urging. I think he was shocked that I encouraged him to do it. He looked hilarious with that grin on his face. Oh the scrapbook page that's going to make!! (By the way - - even *I* thought she was hot. Just sayin'.)
We finally found our seats. Unfortunately, they didn't come with oxygen masks. With that altitude, we needed them. We were still center court and could see quite nicely. It was just quite a climb.
Some of the guys were out shooting and warming up. I got excited all over again.
Then I saw my basketball nemesis. Mr. Cuban. Yes, we have pictures of him. He is not my only basketball enemy anymore. Jason Kidd is numero uno. Then Mark, then Dirk. They are all now in my Basketball Coalition of Suck.
The intro of the players and the tip off - - sent chills down my spine. LOVED. IT. Exactly what I was looking for. All of the lights went out. I shot it on video on my little camera. It was so cool. Then the tip off. It was on.
When the first free throw was being shot by the Spurs, I quickly discovered that I had another person to add to my BC of S. It would be the Mavs fan sitting directly behind me. Wow. Just wow. I had to be sitting directly in front of the biggest a-hole in the entire arena. Seriously. The man was a butt-munch. He shouted out, quite loudly, "BRICK." I did a double take. I'm sure David was thinking to himself, "Oh please, B, keep you big mouth shut and your glances to a minimum." This guy was huge. He had on a Mavs jersey, with no t-shirt underneath and he was sucking down the brews. To say he was obnoxious is an understatement. He went on and on the entire game. He would whistle, too. One of those "put his fingers in his front teeth and whistle SO loud" kind of whistles. My ears were bleeding. I *so* wanted to go off on him but I was skeered.
I'm getting long winded, I'll wind it down.
The Spurs won in what can only be described as a nail-biter. It came down to the last few plays of the game. I saw some incredible plays - - by BOTH teams. It was an awesome game for us to attend. I was so relieved they won. Whew. I was on a high.
And when that final buzzer sounded, I turned around behind me. What? Where did the Numero Uno Mavs fan go? I don't know. He pulled quite a Houdini. He was gone!! Too bad. I would have loved to have seen his face. For once.
The rest of the weekend - - some shopping, some dining, some Starbucks. I even went to the movies. I saw Vantage Point. I liked it. It was intense. Good flick. I give it a B+ on B's movie scale. It had so much more potential. It didn't play like I thought it would and it got kind of redundant.
Oh yeah - - the scratch off ticket. I won a Tony Parker mini basketball. Cool, huh? Nobody else in my group won. I gave it to the boys when we got back. I never win anything. I didn't play the ticket until shortly before the game started. We were already in our seats. So - - I had to get back up and take the hike to the other side of the arena to collect my ball. Ugh. But I won.
Better yet - - my boys won. And I had the best time. The best.
If you are still with me - - wow. Are you really this bored? I don't know that I would have hung in there in such an epic post about a sport that I don't give three flips about. If you skimmed, that's okay. I'm not bitter. The Spurs won and I had fun. That's all you really need to know. I'll post a message when the pics are up in an album on the family website.
Go Spurs, Go!!
Tuesday, March 4
The Mister Rocks
He fixed it. I knew he would.
I *LOVE* him!!!
Doesn't this look great? I think this is more *me* than the girly looking flowers. I should put a disclaimer up about me not being responsible for any weight gain due to increased chocolate consumption.
I'm out.
I *LOVE* him!!!
Doesn't this look great? I think this is more *me* than the girly looking flowers. I should put a disclaimer up about me not being responsible for any weight gain due to increased chocolate consumption.
I'm out.
Don't Drink the "Kool-Aid"
You would *so* not want to be me right now. My urologist ordered a 24 hour urinalysis before I left the hospital yesterday. My instructions were to start first thing this morning. That's right folks, I have to collect my pee every time I go. But wait. That's not all. It can't just sit and collect bacteria at room temperature. It has to be chilled. Yep. You guessed it. My pee-pee is in my fridge. *gag* Do NOT drink from the orange container in my fridge.
Now - - just for giggles - - imagine me taking my "specimen" back down to the doctor's office in the morning. I will have Cam with me. Good times.
*me reciting to myself* Just don't trip, just don't trip, don't spill the pee, don't spill the pee.
You know - - I could play some funny jokes on people if I had an extra container. *insert evil laugh here*
Okay - - who wishes they were me? Come on. Admit it.
Now - - just for giggles - - imagine me taking my "specimen" back down to the doctor's office in the morning. I will have Cam with me. Good times.
*me reciting to myself* Just don't trip, just don't trip, don't spill the pee, don't spill the pee.
You know - - I could play some funny jokes on people if I had an extra container. *insert evil laugh here*
Okay - - who wishes they were me? Come on. Admit it.
Bear with me...
I love this design. But it needs tweaking. The resident expert is at work. Yeah, yeah, blah, blah. Pay the bills, I know. So - - I wait for the mister to get home to fix it for me. Tell me, though - - do you like this one better? I do.
I promise I'm going to tell you about the game. Right now, the boys are at school and I have some things to do. I'll work on my story and upload a few picks by tomorrow. Deal?
Until then...
I promise I'm going to tell you about the game. Right now, the boys are at school and I have some things to do. I'll work on my story and upload a few picks by tomorrow. Deal?
Until then...
Monday, March 3
Checking In...
Just a quick update - -
I had a FABULOUS time at the game. The Spurs beat the Mavs in what can only be described as a "nail-biter." I will post more about this later. Probably more than you care to hear.
My absence as of late? We left town on Thursday and got home on Saturday. We were beat. Cam was running a fever when we got back. Not real high, but a fever. Justin was okay. My back was hurting from what I assumed was the long ride in the car. Sunday morning I woke up with an all too familiar pain in my abdomen. I was also quite nauseous. Un-freakin-believable. That's right my fans and stalkers. I got stoned. Again. This time, I didn't waste time. I was lucky enough to have my parents in town. My dad picked me up and took me to the E.R. while the mister stayed home with the kids.
It was the same routine. CAT scan, IV, drugs (twice) and no relief. So - - they admitted me to the hospital to control the pain. I was in that stupid E.R. from 10:00 a.m. until 4:00 p.m. I'd had NOTHING to eat or drink all freaking day. It was horrible. Needless to say, when I got into my room, I guzzled down a Diet 7-Up like I'd been roaming the Sahara for days. (It really was refreshing!)
This stone was huge compared to my other ones. It was holding me back from peeing. But I'm happy to report that at 7:00 this morning, that little gem worked it's way out of my bladder. (A side note here - - whoever invented that self-administering drug pump thingy - - yes - - that is a thing of beauty. Just sayin'.)
After I gave birth to my little calcified friend, I was good to go so they let me go home. Aside from a slight headache, I'm doing pretty good.
Is my life crazy or what? Does this qualify me for an excused absence?
I'll report about my weekend later. Because, it is worthy of discussion!
I had a FABULOUS time at the game. The Spurs beat the Mavs in what can only be described as a "nail-biter." I will post more about this later. Probably more than you care to hear.
My absence as of late? We left town on Thursday and got home on Saturday. We were beat. Cam was running a fever when we got back. Not real high, but a fever. Justin was okay. My back was hurting from what I assumed was the long ride in the car. Sunday morning I woke up with an all too familiar pain in my abdomen. I was also quite nauseous. Un-freakin-believable. That's right my fans and stalkers. I got stoned. Again. This time, I didn't waste time. I was lucky enough to have my parents in town. My dad picked me up and took me to the E.R. while the mister stayed home with the kids.
It was the same routine. CAT scan, IV, drugs (twice) and no relief. So - - they admitted me to the hospital to control the pain. I was in that stupid E.R. from 10:00 a.m. until 4:00 p.m. I'd had NOTHING to eat or drink all freaking day. It was horrible. Needless to say, when I got into my room, I guzzled down a Diet 7-Up like I'd been roaming the Sahara for days. (It really was refreshing!)
This stone was huge compared to my other ones. It was holding me back from peeing. But I'm happy to report that at 7:00 this morning, that little gem worked it's way out of my bladder. (A side note here - - whoever invented that self-administering drug pump thingy - - yes - - that is a thing of beauty. Just sayin'.)
After I gave birth to my little calcified friend, I was good to go so they let me go home. Aside from a slight headache, I'm doing pretty good.
Is my life crazy or what? Does this qualify me for an excused absence?
I'll report about my weekend later. Because, it is worthy of discussion!
Wednesday, February 27
The game is tomorrow!!!!
Am I ready for some basketball?
You bet.
I am giddy with anticipation. I am feeling a little better. Hopefull by tomorrow, the antibiotics will really be kicking in. I can't be stuffy for the game.
With that said, I'll leave you with...
You bet.
I am giddy with anticipation. I am feeling a little better. Hopefull by tomorrow, the antibiotics will really be kicking in. I can't be stuffy for the game.
With that said, I'll leave you with...
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