I'd like to note that DJ's DH is the consummate sneaky bartender. He kept refilling everyone's wine glass without them noticing, and he was so grateful I got India to sleep that he brought me a flask of some delicious rye whiskey to sip. Srsly adorbs.
I can see that. He's the nicest guy in Dallas. DJ picked a winner, that's for sure.
BT, love the Ryan stories. So adorable!
After this long week of work, have strong case of "don't wanna's" to anything. Alas, really need to start doing some unpacking, now that I can!!! Not looking forward to the heat today is supposed to bring.
I had to put on CLOTHES and stuff.
That shouldn't be a problem tonight.
bt, haircuts used to always involve sitting on mommy's or daddy's lap. It definitely helps them feel secure.
I am grading today while DH takes the kids to the dentist for a cleaning. Yay, DH!
I'm babysitting the dojo kids. CJ is off on a belt test and K-Bug is at work. The kids are old enough now (4 and almost 2) that I can actually do stuff while they are here. Exciting things like clean up the kitchen. If I had chocolate chips, I'd make cookies with them. The store is just a bit too far for the little on to walk or for me to carry her.
Aw, events are so big and emotional at that age. From my experience, she'll do fine if she can spend the entire game sitting in Daddy's lap.
She did fine and spent no time in my lap.
She actually stopped four shots on goal as the goalie, charging the ball aggressively. Which was markedly better than two of our goalies who stood passively in the center of the net and watched the ball shoot past them.
Here is the one great virtue about little kids soccer I can report over little kids baseball: much shorter. We showed up ten minutes before game time, game was an hour and we were gone ten minutes after.
Yay, Matilda!
I'm taking a short break from a massive clean up effort. We're having friends over to watch Doctor Who tonight after a belated dinner out for TCG's birthday. So, a clean up was necessary.
When she was melting down and crying about being afraid to play the game yesterday I was busy composing a Louis CK reply in my mind:
"Awww, honey, nobody gives a shit about pee wee soccer. You've actually already accomplished far more athletically when you jumped rope 117 times in a row than you will tomorrow. As long as you don't stand in the middle of the field crying your eyes out, your day will be judged a success."
Holy shit, I finally wrangled the Target memory foam topper onto our king size bed. That was an experience to do alone. Sad news: there's a tear in it but I didn't want to go back to target to return it. So I ordered some glue that says it binds to foam.
Tom got me out of the house (and my pj's) by suggesting sandwiches at Ancora and I figured since we were out and about, it was time to go to Target and get the topper, outdoor implements for cleaning the Isaac related detrius on our little front yard area, cleaning supplies, Britta filters, and slippers for Tom. Now that I've gotten the damn topper on the bed, I can go back to my sluggish sloth imitation.
Ahhhhhh.
She actually stopped four shots on goal as the goalie, charging the ball aggressively. Which was markedly better than two of our goalies who stood passively in the center of the net and watched the ball shoot past them.
Fuck yeah, Matilda!! I played goalie for years, and that's probably the hardest and one of the most important things to learn to do as a goalie.
India was a darling little fussy squirmy lump, and then a darling little passed out lump. I can't really take credit, she was hypnotized and lulled by the blinky lights of KR's patio umbrella.
Nora, post-productivity slothful was is the BEST.
Speaking of sports, D and I just got back from watching rugby. My friend/coworker E was such a badass, but I knew that already. NOLA team dominated, totally. I don think the other team even scored. I spent some time talking to D and his teammates, and some explaining the game to E's gf.
Unfortunately, just after the game ended, I managed to stand in a fucking fire ant nest and get a shitton of bites. I'm allergic to fire ants, you may recall. So I popped a benedryl and fought a panic attack as I rushed back to my house to soak my feet in hot water (which with any luck will kill the poison). Now I'm in that shaky, slightly nauseated phase that follows an adrenaline dump.
I really need to go back and finish up my side job, but 1) don't wanna and 2) the paranoid part of me is convinced that I'll have a delayed allergic reaction in the empty warehouse and die of anaphylactic shock.
I have slothed like the slothiest sloth that ever lived today. The DH got up early to go to Jay Leno's garage to photograph him and his Bugatti. Reported Jay was actually nice, the car collection was mind=blowing and Michael Strahan (who dropped by to see the garage) was way cool and the most fit guy he "has ever seen." Then we went out to brunch. Now, we are trying to catch up on TV I missed while at my mom's last week. I had a delicious pear cider and that was a VERY GOOD IDEA. I figure the energy I expended trying to keep it together while dealing with my mom's health just tired me the fuck out, and regrouping today is needed.
Oh noes, fire ants!?!? In the rain even? Hope you are ok.
