Radar Red

There is red on the weather radar.  That makes me nervous.  This is where Shannon always had my back.  It will be a long storm season without her.  :(  She would have texted me about this already.

*sigh*

Friday Greetings

Today is off to a roaring start!  It started at 6:00 when Justin asked if he could get up already.  Grrrrrrr.  That woke Cameron up.  And that put Cameron in a pissy mood.  I hope he perked up before he arrived at school.

I cleaned their bathroom as soon as they were out the door.  Gross.  I will never understand boys and toothpaste.  It's disgusting.  They don't care what the tube of toothpaste looks like.  And then when they spit in the sink...  Just rinse it out already!  And don't even get me started on the pee on the toilet seat.  Eeeeeewwww!

I'm about to start the Friday edition of the Bray laundry.  It never ends.  Then, I'm attacking the kitchen, making the beds, vacuuming, showering and headed to get my hair cut and nails done.  Then back to the house to start working on cleaning off my desk/table and scrapbook shelf.  Ugh.  Busy, busy, busy!

It will all be worth it when I can chill in the morning.  J's basketball game isn't until 1:00.  Yay!  Then I hope to scrapbook.  That may not happen until Monday, but I'll be ready.  I've got some catching up to do.

I still have lots of chest crud, but I think I could successfully walk now.  I plan on starting back up tomorrow. I lost a whole week.  That stinks.

Onward and upward though.  Right?

I gotta jet.  Have a great Friday and enjoy your weekend!

Hi again.

Boring blog.  Sorry.

I've had some kind of chest crud for almost a week now.  I'm tired of it.  And - - I'm just tired.  I can't get caught up.  Zero energy.  I guess coughing my head off doesn't help.  No fever.  At all.  To quote Cameron, "Huh.  Weird."  (He says that a lot.)

The Spurs won tonight.  That always makes me smile.  Late game.  That's why I'm still up.  I get keyed up during those games and have to wind down afterward.  Those late games kill me.

I have a confession to make.  *hangs head in shame*  I'm watching The Bachelor this season.  I know.  I KNOW!  I told myself I was just going to watch the first one because I saw the previews where that one chick slapped the crap out of him when she met him.  Big mistake.  I got hooked.  Gah.  Stupid show.  And, I'd like to point out, you could get "stupid drunk" if you played a drinking game while watching the show.  Take a drink every time he uses an adverb.  He truly uses them a lot.  Seriously.  He profusely uses them.  He's a doof.

I'm making chicken lasagna for the family tomorrow night.  They dig this meal.  I can't say that I blame them.  It's good stuff.  Then Friday night is date night.  Woo hoo!  I love date nights.

I have an appointment with Justin's teacher in the morning.  He's struggling with his reading.  I get so frustrated working with him.  I try to remember that he can't understand every word.  Especially with our butchered up English language.  For example:  know.  He looked at me like I was on crack when I told him that the "k" was silent.  I wanted to tell him that I feel his pain.  But I tried to be encouraging.  He gets frustrated with himself and tries to rush through.  I want to visit with his teacher and I want him to see that she and I are on the same page.

Cameron is, well, Cameron.  He is our talker.  Justin NEVER got in trouble in Kindergarten.  He doesn't this year either.  I always get comments on his good behavior.  But Cam?  Ha!  That little turd has his own plans some days.  It makes me laugh because Mr. B thinks Cam is his mini-me.  And he is when it comes to being smart.  But he acts like his momma more!  (That's my boy!  *giggle*)  Let's face it.  There are parts of the day that can be very boring.  I'm sure I'd lay around on that little carpet in the classroom and opt out of work occasionally.  Some days he's just not in the mood to do his work.  He says that his brain tells him he needs a break.  Whatever dude.  Do your work.  Stinker.

Not much else going on.  I need to walk.  But I'm thinking I'll be pooped after five minutes.  Maybe I should walk, but just keep the speed on slow.  At least I'd be moving.

I gotta jet.  My Ambien is kicking in.  I gotta go to bed before I hit the pantry.  This medicine gives me the late night munchies.  I hate that.  So I'm outta here.

Have a fantastic Thursday!

Love you fans!!!

My nose is cold.

And I don't like that.

But I'll take it over those dang hot flashes any day!

Happy Birthday Shawna!!!

You are an amazing friend!  I hope your day is filled with much love and happiness.

I need this song.

You know how I like movie scores, right? This is from Steel Magnolias. I want it BAD. This CD is a rare, hard to find one. The few I've found are expensive. We're talking, no cheaper than $60, expensive. That's too high. I just want this one song. It's beautiful. It's from the darkest, most sad part of the movie. But it's also the most beautiful. This song played through my head a lot in the days following Shannon's death.

I just want the song. In some weird way - - I find it soothing. It is done by Georges Delerue. It is just gorgeous. Any recommendations? Without sawing off my left arm to pay for it?

Find more artists like Tom Boyd at Myspace Music

Vinegar smells nasty.

Just cleaned the coffee pot.  Gross.  Now my house reeks of vinegar.  It's so disgusting.  I ran an additional load of water through the pot just to be safe.  I cannot have my coffee tasting like vinegar in the morning.  That would be the ultimate coffee foul.  *shudder*

On another note, I finished that fifth book in the KK series.  Wow.  I cried my way through the last third of that book.  Good stuff.  I want to dive into the next series.  But I think a break from the Baxter family would be nice. I have another book I'm thinking about.  I'll let you know.

I've had some kind of nasty chest crud since Friday.  I feel a little better this morning.  I was awake for about an hour at 3 this morning.  Cough, cough, cough, cough...  It was exhausting.  Then my goofball boys were up at the crack of dawn.  Ugh.

No football for me today.  (As if that's a shocker to anyone.)

Someone I love has a birthday tomorrow!  I'll post more about her tomorrow.  My friends are the best.  *grin*

Okay - - I'm outta here.

My Injury...

I told you I bruised it!  Ugh.  Still tender, too.  I'm not limping anymore though.  So that's good.

Hello.

I've been busy.  Sorry to have neglected you.

What have I been doing?

Reading.  I finished book four in the Redemption series by Karen Kingsbury.  I started the final book last night.  I've enjoyed the books a lot.

Basketball.  Mr. B and I took a quick trip to San Antonio to see the Spurs play.  We had fantastic seats in the lower level.  That enabled us to get down to the court after the game was over.  We watched George Hill (#3) being interviewed for the radio.  Then, we inched on over to where he was.  He was signing autographs for the fans that had lingered around after the game.  I got my program signed and Mr. B got his ticket signed.  We even got up close pictures of him.  He was literally *right there.*  I could have touched him.  Not looking to get banned from the AT&T Center, I refrained myself.  He was so nice to stand around and sign so many autographs.  And might I tell you, he looked even better up close.  I'm just sayin'.

San Antonio.  Our quick trip was an overnighter.  It was lovely.  I love stolen moments with Mr. B.  We found a new hotel on this side of San Antonio that we love.  The indoor pool was to die for and we can't wait to take the kids back there.  We're thinking Spring Break.  We'll see.

Exercise.  *insert huge raspberry fart here*  That was going great.  Until the basketball game.  I was injured.  It's not major.  But it's enough where I have a limp and some ugly bruising.  How?  Our row of seats at the game were full.  Our seats were at the end.  Nobody from the row in front of us had gotten there yet.  So we walked down their row to climb over and get in our seats.  Mr. B's legs are sufficiently longer than mine.  It was just a matter of stepping over.  Me?  I was built closer to the ground.  So my step involved something of a leap.  Long story short, I caught my leg (inside thigh) on the arm rest of one of the seats.  It hurt.  A lot.  It was sore for the whole game and is still, today, very tender to the touch.  I haven't slept good the past two nights because I bump it every time I move.  Apparently, I move a lot in my sleep.  Just when I was hitting an exercise stride, too.  I was walking on schedule.  I'm hoping to get back on the treadmill tomorrow.

Neighborhood Hellion.  Still there.  I've got to figure out a game plan for the summer.  I'm really hoping his mother finds a job and we aren't saddled with him ringing our doorbell eleventy billion times a day.

Scrapbooking.  I was supposed to scrap with the girls at church tonight.  I'm flaking.  For several reasons.  One, my leg.  Two, it's cooler and I hate being out in it if I don't have to be.  Three, I don't even want to get my stuff out.  It's too much trouble.  Four, the Spurs play the Knicks tonight.  They are one of the few teams we've lost to.  We must exact our revenge upon them tonight.  Don't want to miss that.  And finally, I'm just not in the mood.  I haven't cleaned up my scrap space yet.  That is next week's project for sure.  Maybe I'll get one day next week to sit down and be creative.  At least that's the plan.

Scripture memory.  I'm doing good.  I've got my first verse and now I'm working on my second.  It's 2 Timothy 1:7.  I really like it.  A perfect one for memorization.

So, there you have it.  My crazy life in a nutshell.

Have a great weekend.

Peace.

Shoes and Portugal

More shoe drama.  This time, it was Cameron.  They weren't Skechers.  They were some Hot Wheels shoes (translation:  they were crap.)  We *just* bought them.  December 19th to be exact.  We threw the receipt away.  But luckily, Sears was able to look up the transaction with our Discover card.  I exchanged them for a better pair of shoes.

I'm re-thinking the whole shoe thing.

We need shoes to wear to school and then shoes to wear when riding bikes and playing outside.  Baby Bro pointed out to me last night (yes, I got to talk to them - - YAY!) that boys are just rough on shoes and I need to get used to it.  All I heard was: This is gonna be expensive.

Speaking of my brother.  You have to check out this video he made.  It almost makes me want a Mac.  *gasp*  Did I just say that?  This is so cool.  They are back on their island right now.  When they left the US, they flew to London and then took a quick hop over to Portugal.  On the way back, they had quite a layover in London before going back to their island.  So, my brother made this awesome video.  I've watched it A LOT!!!  Check it out:



I told you it was cool.

Have a GREAT day!

Skechers - feel my hate

I always thought kids were supposed to out-grow their shoes before they wear out.  That is not the case with Skechers.  My product review:  they are expensive and they suck.

So there.

Check them out.:

He got these in September.  I kid you not.  The thing is, this isn't an isolated case.  We've had this happen to every pair of Skechers we've owned.  Lesson finally learned.  I'm sending the company an e-mail telling them how disappointed I am in their products.  Not durable at all.  Two thumbs down.  If I had more thumbs, I think you know how this would go...