Star Wars, My Sister & Football: None of these things go together.

It's the beginning of Week #3 around here. School Week #3. So far, so good. It's normally about the middle of this week, when I start to feel a little bit anxious. A little bit like, this is too good to be true, sort of a thing. Keep your fingers crossed.

The busy is starting to really amp up around here. It's a good sort of busy. Next on the agenda. Junior High football. Yep, starts this week.



Repeat after me: I will not freak out. I will not freak out. I will not freak out.

We're seriously considering medicating my sister for this. She's not ready.

I thought I was ready. After all, I've already done this one time. In my mind, I was ready for this. I kept my cool right up until the first day of full pads, full contact. Then, I found out I wasn't as ready as I thought. No worries. I didn't embarrass anyone. I worried quietly in my own home. Over eating just the right amount.... you know, the normal 'mom' response. Then, I went to a card class and shared my cell phone picture of these sweet baby boys. All the ladies gave me just the right amount of encouragement. Now, I'm fine again. For now.

A closer look at the football photo reveals a super cool, most awesome twin thing..... the boys are in the right number order for who was born first. For some reason, that is stinkin' cool to me. I hope they get those numbers for their official game jerseys.

We survived the long holiday weekend. Thank you Spike channel for the 'Star Wars' marathon. If there's ever been a better series of movies ever made, I don't know what it could be. My sister refuses to watch 'Star Wars'. Any episode. This may be my great failure in life. I somehow must figure out a way to persuade her to watch. Any ideas?



Look at us. Today is her birthday. Mom says we look alike. 'May the force be with you' on your birthday. Make your life complete by watching a 'Star Wars' movie. Go ahead and do it.... all the popular kids are watching....

The Easter Hazing Project

AKA: the dude’s first Easter with us, and he didn’t color eggs….. whatever!

It’s time for all blog stalkers to meet the dude.



Recently, my sister got all engaged and stuff….. to this dude. He’s got this big giant brain that matches up all nicely with my sister’s big giant brain. Dude has flashes of normal about him that are so delightful! I truly, nearly passed out cold when I found out Dude is teaching my sister all about baseball! Don’t tell them, but we think this Dude is pretty fun. For the record, we decided that WAY before we knew he was a big, giant Texas Rangers fan!



EVERY Easter, and I do mean EVERY SINGLE EASTER since I was born, we have colored Easter eggs. No exceptions. Egg coloring is a big deal in our family. So, you can imagine my surprise when we all show up at the appointed egg coloring time to find out that the new Dude isn’t coming.

SHWHhaaatt???

Alright, initial shock is over, egg coloring begins. Normal stuff is happening…. Fox is coloring all his eggs yellow, AGAIN! Just like he’s done almost every year since the boy was two years old. Task became a little more difficult when Bossman dumped a whole bowl of yellow egg dye on the left leg of my FAVORITE jeans. Luckily, we have multiple bowls of all colors. Score one for Maw-Maw.



I’m not sure how it all happened, but a conversation was started about the Dude. It was decided that for the Dude’s first Easter egg hunt, he would have a crude initiation into the family. A plan was hatched.

The Dude would be required to hunt for the two eggs that have his name on them. Dude would have to do the hunting while blindfolded. Dude’s only helper would be Jag, who would tell him which direction to go using only ‘hot’ or ‘cold’ directions. Which is totally even more funny when you get the background story that Jag doesn’t get what ‘hot’ or ‘cold’ directions even mean, so he’s likely to give them backwards for the first half hour of the blindfolded hunt. Remember, I said it was going to be a crude initiation?

Everyone thought this idea was super great, and we laughed and laughed!

We were all still laughing the next day when Jag presents the Dude with a dirty old handkerchief that he’s expected to use for his blindfold. Tall tales were told…. Many stories exaggerated…. Way more hyperbolic than normal. (At this time, I would like full credit for using my sister’s vocabulary word in a blog post.)

Ha, Ha, Ha! We didn’t blindfold the Dude and make him hunt eggs. However, Dude was the victim of the first aerial confetti egg assault.


Don’t worry Dude, you’re in. Just don’t miss another egg coloring event.

six words that describe you

My sister is really smart. She also happens to be a teacher, and recently gave this assignment to her students. I'm completely fascinated with this assignment. I keep on thinking of six words that describe other people.

My sister made this fancy presentation with music and everything, with tons of great examples of this assignment. I'll post it, if I can get her permission and figure out how to put videos on this here blog.

Till then, this is what I came up with.

'Labeled by the school. Succeeding anyway.'

This assignment can be powerful!

I sit around all the time now, and try to think up some great words to describe my life. I've discovered that my six words can change daily. Even hourly, or by the minute depending on what kind of day I'm having.

I think the best one so far has got to be:

'my life is not for everyone.'

Now, I just need some really great picture of me hanging upside down from the monkey bars, wearing a prom dress, shorts and some great pair of red sneaks. Just as soon as I make that happen, I'll post it. Until then.....