Mini Golf

We went to play mini golf last night with the boys & Doug's mom. It was a bit chilly but we had fun. The final scores went like this: Doug, Jennifer, me, Roo & then the Bug.

The boys on top of one of the ships.


Doug getting the score card ready.




Here is Doug showing Bug how to position his feet and hold the putter.




Roo was so excited when he hit his hole in one. He is MR. AWESOME!!!


Jennifer


Doug


Roo




Bug



And me of course.

Mr. Awesome

So my 12 year thinks that he is AWESOME (& so do I----what mother wouldn't think her child was). We had some family and a few friends stay over for the past weekend. Roo & his uncle got out & played some basketball. Here is their comments on some pics that I posted on FB afterwords.

Roo: I'm the next labron james, if only I had the ball. I will dunk sooner or later, won't be long, I have atleast a inch or half an inch left.

Uncle: You look just like him. Except for the being white thing. And shorter. And not nearly as good at basketball! But other then all that I see TWINS!

Roo: JIM!Not on facebook! You have to watch yourself!Haha! I still bet you in jumpshots and lay ups.



If you notice from the pic, Roo is trying to dunk but he doesn't even have the ball.

Never tell your problems to anyone...20% don't care and the other 80% are glad you have them. - Lou Holtz

Isn't that why we blog, facebook, twitter, etc.? As a method to vent and in turn make ourselves or someone else feel better. Whether it is because they are glad that it hasn't happened to them or relieved that they are normal and can relate. Our lives our filled with highs and lows. Some last for days, weeks, months or even years.

So let me get on my soap box...Here is my week in review.

* Dealing with an upset 6 yr old because we haven't been able to play soccer this week. It will not stop raining long enough to dry up the fields. Also, explaining to him AGAIN the reasons why we don't talk in class while the teacher is trying to teach. Bug's teacher has moved him around but he will talk to anyone. Can't really blame him, he gets it honest.

* Dealing with my 12 yr old. He gets in his moods about his dad.He feels that his dad plays favorites and he is at the bottom of that list. I have been trying to help rebuild their relationship for the past 4 years but it is hard when his father will not listen to what we are saying or how his son feels. I know that it is hard on him. It's hard for me to watch and feel helpless. He wants the kind of relationship he has with his step dad with his father. However, his father is still in the "it's all about me" stage of his life.

* Dealing with whether or not to get another truck. I haven't had a truck note in years and it has been great. I'm not sure if I want to go back to it, especially in this economy. But when you are having to fix something every time you turn around, it may be worth it in the long run.

Let the Mud Fly

The rain finally stopped. Bug was able to play his 2nd soccer game of the season (in a big mud hole). The fields were still soaked from all the rain that we have had. However, the kids still played and had fun. They would huddle up to all try to kick the ball and mud was flying ever where. Try running down the field, their cleats would be left behind...stuck in the mud. Hopefully, the rain will stay away and we can finish out our soccer season before the rec baseball seasons starts.

Wacky Wednesday

Today is Wacky Wednesday for Bug at school. He wore a mo-hawk. He put his shirts on backward (except for his hoodie). He wore shorts on top of his pants because I wouldn't let him wear his underwear on top. Could you imagine that phone call from the school, especially since last week's call.... Here is a pic of him dressed.

Still learning patience

Since being married to Doug, he has been trying to teach me patience (of which I have almost none). With that being said, let me say that I always like to have a structure schedule in my life. Although, I can handle small changes to it. I got to test out some of my new patience skills Friday afternoon.

I had left work early so that I could get gas before picking Roo up from baseball practice, which was suppose to end at 5 and get Bug from after-school by 6. Of course, as always, traffic is heavier on Fridays. I get to the gas station and take my place in line. After waiting 10 minutes, the truck in front of me pulls up to the pumps. Instead of getting out and pumping gas and the passenger getting out and getting the drinks....the driver gets out and goes over to the vending machines. He gets one drink...2nd drink is a little difficult for him. After 50 tries, he goes to the cashier to get change and then goes back to the machine. All the while, I'm trying to wait patiently in my truck...watching the time because I still have to make it all the way across to the next town to get the boys. But note, I said waiting patiently....I really wanted to get out of my truck and give him some advice. Finally after almost 30 minutes I get to get pump my gas and go...at this point it is 5.

Thankfully for my nerves, Roo's practice ran until 5:30 so he was not sitting out in the cold waiting on me. Point being....if you are going to pull up to the pumps...get gas. If you need a drink, etc. pull off to the side.