A blizzard.....I think blizzards are for eating, don't you agree? I prefer toffee whirled into rich chocolate ice cream, my favorite.
What an impressive storm! When I first woke up this morning I thought maybe I could ride the blizzard out in the hot tub under the gazebo drinking Italian Hot Chocolate all day. Then I wondered what the noise was coming down the hall. A parade of very loud musical instruments and chanting. Nike Girl and her sidekick Weebok, were singing slash yelling "Snow day, snow day, we don't have school day." while beating the drums. Scratch the hot tub.
My day started taking shape as we planned pretend news broadcast, pre-preschool curriculum, changed baby doll diapers with Wet Ones, the same ones that Weebok sleeps with (see previous post) and voted on what type of cookies to bake while scripting out a cooking show. Throw in a few texts from Converse who is in a very warm muggy climate this week, informing me the wind chill where he is at is around 79 degrees. And whew....we may be home bound but we will not be bored.
Hope you are staying warm, entertained, and finding time for that cup of Italian Hot Chocolate.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
Running Report:
Inside obviously...4 miles at 9:13. May be just may be I am getting a little faster. When you have a 2 year old still in the exersaucer watching a movie and starting to want out at mile 2 coupled with a 7 year old asking 100 questions about the Titanic, it makes you run fast to finish up. Too bad I couldn't get the car out of the garage to go buy a Bizzard afterwards. This type of attitude toward food is why I am not fast...mental note. Peace.
2.01.2011
1.29.2011
Still I Ponder....
Tonight I find myself pondering about parenting things that make no sense to me. You would think at our age, Converse and I could come up with some reasonable explanation to most issues that arise in our home. After all, I say to myself, I am the parent, well into adulthood, some would argue even middle aged, I pay a mortgage, I drive a car, I can buy lottery tickets......parenting should be a snap. No, not that easy.
At the top of the list for instance, why does Nike Girl , an avid promoter of Crunchberries, now insist on eating Fruit Loops with mustard squirted on top of the bowl and no milk every morning before school? I realize I could refuse to serve them to her, but it really isn't hurting much of anything other than my own appetite. I even secretly want to try it. Maybe she is on to something. Like the person who decided to put jalepenos in jelly or squeeze an almond to make milk, the results are quite surprising. Still I ponder....
Here's another one....why is Weebok, at barely 2, who plays with dolls all day, deciding to sleep with a plastic blue rubber duck, a package of Wet Ones, and a Clifford book? Nothing snuggly about the loveys she has chosen. Do you know how many times the blue duck, package of Wet Ones, and Clifford book have been lost? Too many times to count. I find this interesting and very, very stressful to locate each night. Still I ponder....
I suppose I will continue to ponder until I find the answers to parenting and really life in general. The best I can do for now is get a good nights sleep and wake up ready to see what surprises are in store for tomorrow. What will the new challenge be....I ponder.
Peace.
The New Balance Girl
Running Report: Ahhh...I have not written a running report in awhile. I have been on the treadmill most days which I usually can't stand. But I have been liking it thanks to some new i tunes downloads. I also find myself pondering about life on the treadmill since I don't have to be on alert the entire run watching for cars, bicycle bells and critters on the trail. I have been running about 24 miles a week. Slowly building up for spring running season. I love spring runs! I can't wait.
At the top of the list for instance, why does Nike Girl , an avid promoter of Crunchberries, now insist on eating Fruit Loops with mustard squirted on top of the bowl and no milk every morning before school? I realize I could refuse to serve them to her, but it really isn't hurting much of anything other than my own appetite. I even secretly want to try it. Maybe she is on to something. Like the person who decided to put jalepenos in jelly or squeeze an almond to make milk, the results are quite surprising. Still I ponder....
Here's another one....why is Weebok, at barely 2, who plays with dolls all day, deciding to sleep with a plastic blue rubber duck, a package of Wet Ones, and a Clifford book? Nothing snuggly about the loveys she has chosen. Do you know how many times the blue duck, package of Wet Ones, and Clifford book have been lost? Too many times to count. I find this interesting and very, very stressful to locate each night. Still I ponder....
I suppose I will continue to ponder until I find the answers to parenting and really life in general. The best I can do for now is get a good nights sleep and wake up ready to see what surprises are in store for tomorrow. What will the new challenge be....I ponder.
Peace.
The New Balance Girl
Running Report: Ahhh...I have not written a running report in awhile. I have been on the treadmill most days which I usually can't stand. But I have been liking it thanks to some new i tunes downloads. I also find myself pondering about life on the treadmill since I don't have to be on alert the entire run watching for cars, bicycle bells and critters on the trail. I have been running about 24 miles a week. Slowly building up for spring running season. I love spring runs! I can't wait.
1.14.2011
Simply Titled : Ashlie
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This is Ashlie, my 6 year old niece, looking at Santa with wonder and delight. Certainly questioning why are my parents letting this strange jolly ol' man talk to me about coming to my house. Great Christmas Eve. Who would have known that Ashlie would leave this world suddenly but peacefully Jan. 6, 2011. What wonder and delight she must have had when she entered Heaven!
Although physically limited, this little girl, was so able bodied to make a difference in the lives of everyone she met. That has been so obvious the past week especially to my brother and his family but also to us. Ashlie was unable to speak,. However, her inner spirit and crooked little smile spoke volumes. Story after story keep coming in of how each day those around her felt joy and love. Is that not amazing! The gift this child had and shared with others.
Ashlie had a tragic beginning to her sweet life when she suffered a traumatic brain injury . My brother and sister-in-law ended up crossing her path through life. It was fate. They already had a family. But they opened their arms and adopted Ashlie and gave her a home of love, joy, peace and support. Ashlie became a true princess! What an amazing thing to do for another human being! Give someone unconditional love, as you are, no strings attached.
Nike Girl told me that when you go to heaven you get to pick out what color of wings you can wear. She and I agreed sweet Ashlie was certainly wearing all pink! 100 % girlie girl! And lookin' good!
Ashlie we are sure you are running, jumping and playing hopscotch in Heaven. You most certainly are singing and talking nonstop. What a sight it has to be!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
12.20.2010
The Skinny on Jeans
Looking ahead to the upcoming holiday parties and outdoor festivities, I decided it was time to once again become fashion savvy. It has been awhile since I have looked for jeans. My daily life either requires me to wear a swimsuit, yoga pants,leggings or other athletic attire. I rarely wear jeans. I miss them. The 4 or so pairs of jeans I have in my closet are fading and a bit dated. I didn't know how outdated really until my shopping adventure. I am so not in the loop. Actually, no where close to even entering the loop.
My search for the perfect pair began last month. As I browsed several different top brand stores I realized that jeans nowadays are a bit different. A bit expensive. And they certainly have evolved over time. I use to wear bell bottom jeans from Sears in grade school, Gloria Vanderbilt pin stripe jeans in junior high, cuffed Levi's jeans in high school, ripped second hand store jeans in college, and only Gap jeans post college/early years of marriage.
While shopping I was overwhelmed at the different brand names. I noticed Lucky jeans, Diesel jeans, True Religion jeans, Hudson jeans and 7 For All Mankind jeans. The styles were confusing. It use to be straight leg or easy fit as I recall. But now, there are the boy cut, the boot cut, the flare, the rocker, the flynt, the A pocket, even something called the dojo. One I did see that caught my eye was the skinny jean. Does that mean you will look skinny wearing them or you have to be skinny to wear them?
The skinny jean, even in my double digit size, that if you round to the nearest 10 is almost an 8, looked small. Very refreshing. It came attached with promises to lift what needed lifted and flatten what needed flattened. The sales lady even said they may run big. Either very promising or she was good at sales. Sign me up and send me to the dressing room. I brought in three pairs, a size smaller just in case, a just right size for sure to fit, and a larger size to put on and say , "Oh that is way too big. " This calculated regimen I have found can temporarily build up the self confidence.
I started with the smaller size. Well, that didn't work so well for me. I was able to pull them up mid-thigh at best. I peeled them off, it was a pipe dream anyways. Next the just right size. I pulled them on slowly, twisting and jumping a bit, until I had cleared the thigh area and was able to button them up. This is where things became ugly fast. I realized the skinny jean was not made of a nice forgiving cotton blend. It apparently was made with 90% Lycra and 10% shrink wrap. Wow! The heat from by body, that had built up during the donning of the jeans, was causing some type of suction powered reaction. They molded to my thighs like plastic wrap near a flame. I knew I was in trouble. I had to get them off. I sat down, I stood up, I jumped, I stood on one leg, I twisted and I turned circles peeling away those skinny jeans. I called Converse on the cell phone and told him I may need his pocket knife. I am going to end up on Utube! After several minutes, they released once past my thighs. I sat in silence. The sales clerk, asked if I needed a different size. I thought, no, but I might need legal counsel.I could very well claim undue suffering and emotional trauma. I did not try on the bigger size for fear of a repeat episode.
So that night, I left without any jeans.I am lucky to be free of the jeans I had tried on. My self confidence was bruised. I went home and put on another pair of black lounge pants and a comfy sweatshirt. Maybe I will follow the mass crowd and wear a sweater with leggings to the next holiday party. Fashion savy without the drama. I guess I will have to resort to desperate measures to find the perfect pair of jeans.......
Dear Santa Clause,
Do you have any GAP jeans left from 1994? If not, all I want for Christmas is a new pair of cotton blend jeans that are stylish, comfortable and under 50.00. A magical size 6 would be fab!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
Running Report: Winter has stayed away as I have been able to run outside still without ice or snow. Kind of strange. Trying to stay up on mileage to build on it come January. I like just running and taking it at my own pace. Maybe that is why I do not fit into skinny jeans.
My search for the perfect pair began last month. As I browsed several different top brand stores I realized that jeans nowadays are a bit different. A bit expensive. And they certainly have evolved over time. I use to wear bell bottom jeans from Sears in grade school, Gloria Vanderbilt pin stripe jeans in junior high, cuffed Levi's jeans in high school, ripped second hand store jeans in college, and only Gap jeans post college/early years of marriage.
While shopping I was overwhelmed at the different brand names. I noticed Lucky jeans, Diesel jeans, True Religion jeans, Hudson jeans and 7 For All Mankind jeans. The styles were confusing. It use to be straight leg or easy fit as I recall. But now, there are the boy cut, the boot cut, the flare, the rocker, the flynt, the A pocket, even something called the dojo. One I did see that caught my eye was the skinny jean. Does that mean you will look skinny wearing them or you have to be skinny to wear them?
The skinny jean, even in my double digit size, that if you round to the nearest 10 is almost an 8, looked small. Very refreshing. It came attached with promises to lift what needed lifted and flatten what needed flattened. The sales lady even said they may run big. Either very promising or she was good at sales. Sign me up and send me to the dressing room. I brought in three pairs, a size smaller just in case, a just right size for sure to fit, and a larger size to put on and say , "Oh that is way too big. " This calculated regimen I have found can temporarily build up the self confidence.
I started with the smaller size. Well, that didn't work so well for me. I was able to pull them up mid-thigh at best. I peeled them off, it was a pipe dream anyways. Next the just right size. I pulled them on slowly, twisting and jumping a bit, until I had cleared the thigh area and was able to button them up. This is where things became ugly fast. I realized the skinny jean was not made of a nice forgiving cotton blend. It apparently was made with 90% Lycra and 10% shrink wrap. Wow! The heat from by body, that had built up during the donning of the jeans, was causing some type of suction powered reaction. They molded to my thighs like plastic wrap near a flame. I knew I was in trouble. I had to get them off. I sat down, I stood up, I jumped, I stood on one leg, I twisted and I turned circles peeling away those skinny jeans. I called Converse on the cell phone and told him I may need his pocket knife. I am going to end up on Utube! After several minutes, they released once past my thighs. I sat in silence. The sales clerk, asked if I needed a different size. I thought, no, but I might need legal counsel.I could very well claim undue suffering and emotional trauma. I did not try on the bigger size for fear of a repeat episode.
So that night, I left without any jeans.I am lucky to be free of the jeans I had tried on. My self confidence was bruised. I went home and put on another pair of black lounge pants and a comfy sweatshirt. Maybe I will follow the mass crowd and wear a sweater with leggings to the next holiday party. Fashion savy without the drama. I guess I will have to resort to desperate measures to find the perfect pair of jeans.......
Dear Santa Clause,
Do you have any GAP jeans left from 1994? If not, all I want for Christmas is a new pair of cotton blend jeans that are stylish, comfortable and under 50.00. A magical size 6 would be fab!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
Running Report: Winter has stayed away as I have been able to run outside still without ice or snow. Kind of strange. Trying to stay up on mileage to build on it come January. I like just running and taking it at my own pace. Maybe that is why I do not fit into skinny jeans.
12.17.2010
Holiday Fun 2010
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| A Gingerbread House and mazes to explore. |
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| The Claus...Weebok is so faking her smile she was scared and ready to bolt. Nike Girl told me after the visit that this Santa was not the real deal, he had cotton balls glued to his face. I agree...but you never know. |
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| A tiny holiday train inside the window mesmerized the girls. |
| Enjoy your Holiday Fun! |
12.15.2010
Jingle Bells Batman Smells
I absolutely, without doubt , love this time of year. The air is filled with so much anticipation. Anticipation about shopping and finding the deal of the year or at least a parking space somewhere within a mile of the chosen shopping center. Anticipation that it might snow on Christmas Eve. Anticipation to listen to my favorite Christmas carols which I have been trying so hard not to tune into until after Thanksgiving. Anticipation of going to the basement and dragging out storage containers full of ornaments, stockings and snow globes. Anticipation that if you cross your fingers just right last year's lights when plugged in will work.
This year we decided to even throw a 2nd Grade Holiday Party. There was much anticipation how this would all work out. Nike Girl wanted to invite each of the 19 children. I agreed, as it is a busy time of year, maybe half could make it. As the RSVP's arrived slowly, I realized everyone could make the party. Wow, this is great, right?
My anticipation grew as the party came near. I had planned to the minute that in two hours, the group would make a holiday banner, play flashlight candy cane scavenger hunt, participate in a small gift exchange, then carol in the neighborhood to collect food pantry items, then come inside to end the evening with cookie decorating and snacks. Deep breath. Martha Stewart for Kids plans parties like this, right. Oh what fun! I found myself repeating this phrase three times while clicking my heels together.
The night arrived. The anticipation grew. In they marched one by one. Within minutes, the noise level grew, the tumbling over couches began, the screaming of girls chasing boys started, the I'm hungry why can't we eat now started, the can we play football in the living room started, the is it time to open gifts yet started....The questioning of what was I thinking, started. This is going to be a long two hours. I gave a deer in headlight look to three mothers who agreed to stay. They were so calm. So experienced looking. Deep breath.
The craft was fun for the girls and the boys loved the candy cane scavenger hunt. I noticed the boys all stayed in a different room than the girls. Every once in awhile a boy or girl would run across the front room crossing sides to stick out their tongue then retreat back to their safe side. I was simultaneously having two parties at once. One for the boys and one for the girls. Mental note, coed parties probably over at this age.
We exchanged gifts as I read Twas the Night Before Christmas. Then we piled on our winter wear. This was the part I had anticipated most. I had never been caroling. I imagined the quartet singers with old fashioned wardrobes singing acapella with perfect pitch at everyone's front door. In actuality, it was nothing like that. Surprise. The kids were so excited and so energized they couldn't even stay on the sidewalks, they stomped through the neighbor's yards, belting out Jingle Bells with a Batman smells thrown in once in awhile, over and over again. Each doorstep the children collected canned goods then hurried to the next door. As we were returning to our home, out of nowhere, the neighbor's sprinklers turned on soaking everyone. I was speechless. Really really speechless. The kids screamed and ran home to count the number of items they collected for the food pantry, then finished up with hot cocoa and decorated cookies while their coats and hats dried. What a memorable night! Deep breath, again.
Later that night, I reflected on the Holiday Party. I didn't anticipate the night to play out quite like it did. I wasn't really shocked that the carpet had hot cocoa stains on it in the end, or that all the children would be soaked in 35 degree weather (ok a little shocked on that one), or that Jingle Bells Batman Smells is their favorite tune. What I was not anticipating was the excitement I saw in their eyes when they found out they collected over 50 items for a food pantry to feed other families. They truly were excited! This made me stop and think. Lesson learned...Life is so full of unexpected surprises especially when you least anticipate it!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
Running Report: Ran on the trail a few times since last post. Seem to be on the treadmill more these days. I do know on Sat. morning after the party, I ran on the treadmill, and could not get Jingle Bells Batman Smells out of my head. It actually makes a good beat to run to. Have a good day full of anticipation and surprises!
This year we decided to even throw a 2nd Grade Holiday Party. There was much anticipation how this would all work out. Nike Girl wanted to invite each of the 19 children. I agreed, as it is a busy time of year, maybe half could make it. As the RSVP's arrived slowly, I realized everyone could make the party. Wow, this is great, right?
My anticipation grew as the party came near. I had planned to the minute that in two hours, the group would make a holiday banner, play flashlight candy cane scavenger hunt, participate in a small gift exchange, then carol in the neighborhood to collect food pantry items, then come inside to end the evening with cookie decorating and snacks. Deep breath. Martha Stewart for Kids plans parties like this, right. Oh what fun! I found myself repeating this phrase three times while clicking my heels together.
The night arrived. The anticipation grew. In they marched one by one. Within minutes, the noise level grew, the tumbling over couches began, the screaming of girls chasing boys started, the I'm hungry why can't we eat now started, the can we play football in the living room started, the is it time to open gifts yet started....The questioning of what was I thinking, started. This is going to be a long two hours. I gave a deer in headlight look to three mothers who agreed to stay. They were so calm. So experienced looking. Deep breath.
The craft was fun for the girls and the boys loved the candy cane scavenger hunt. I noticed the boys all stayed in a different room than the girls. Every once in awhile a boy or girl would run across the front room crossing sides to stick out their tongue then retreat back to their safe side. I was simultaneously having two parties at once. One for the boys and one for the girls. Mental note, coed parties probably over at this age.
We exchanged gifts as I read Twas the Night Before Christmas. Then we piled on our winter wear. This was the part I had anticipated most. I had never been caroling. I imagined the quartet singers with old fashioned wardrobes singing acapella with perfect pitch at everyone's front door. In actuality, it was nothing like that. Surprise. The kids were so excited and so energized they couldn't even stay on the sidewalks, they stomped through the neighbor's yards, belting out Jingle Bells with a Batman smells thrown in once in awhile, over and over again. Each doorstep the children collected canned goods then hurried to the next door. As we were returning to our home, out of nowhere, the neighbor's sprinklers turned on soaking everyone. I was speechless. Really really speechless. The kids screamed and ran home to count the number of items they collected for the food pantry, then finished up with hot cocoa and decorated cookies while their coats and hats dried. What a memorable night! Deep breath, again.
Later that night, I reflected on the Holiday Party. I didn't anticipate the night to play out quite like it did. I wasn't really shocked that the carpet had hot cocoa stains on it in the end, or that all the children would be soaked in 35 degree weather (ok a little shocked on that one), or that Jingle Bells Batman Smells is their favorite tune. What I was not anticipating was the excitement I saw in their eyes when they found out they collected over 50 items for a food pantry to feed other families. They truly were excited! This made me stop and think. Lesson learned...Life is so full of unexpected surprises especially when you least anticipate it!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
Running Report: Ran on the trail a few times since last post. Seem to be on the treadmill more these days. I do know on Sat. morning after the party, I ran on the treadmill, and could not get Jingle Bells Batman Smells out of my head. It actually makes a good beat to run to. Have a good day full of anticipation and surprises!
11.30.2010
Nike Girl on Veggies
" I will eat broccoli sometimes. But really only the tree part. The tree part is good. The trunk, the trunk I do not care for and will not eat." Just so you know mom.
11.29.2010
Dum Dum.....Sums It Up
Have you ever found yourself in a very exciting situation where what appears to be factual actually turns out to be a big gigantic dud? I can think of several occasions where this has happened to me. One of those times I remember was when I was a child rushing to answer the phone, before caller id, to see who might be on the other line. You can only imagine my excitement when I picked up the phone and a sweet little lady with an angelic voice on the other line said, " This is Betty Crocker, (pause...long silence....) may I speak with your mother." I paused as I had a flashback to the cake mix with the sweepstakes label. We have won! I shouted in my head. I collected myself and calmly said "Just a minute." I practically ran through the screen door to get outside as fast as I could where my mom was working in the garden. "Mom! Mom! It is Betty Crocker on the phone! Hurry!" My mom stopped weeding the radishes and gave me this look of blankness which spoke the words are you crazy? She simply said, " Tell her I will call her back."( pause) "What! What! Call her back! Mom, it is Betty Crocker! We won the sweepstakes!" My mom just looked at me and said, " Calm down, it is not that Betty Crocker, it is the little ol' lady from 4-H." 4-H... well for pete's sake! I was so disappointed and embarrassed. I thought we had won the big one! But no, we had won nothing. Life went back to normal.
Well just this afternoon, I found myself in a similar situation. Only this time, the girls were a witness. We had bought a package of Dum Dum lollipops at the store yesterday on sale. Today after we all got home, I thought it would be a special treat to give Nike Girl and Weebok a Dum Dum to counterbalance the fresh apple.They were both very content as they took their first lick. I glanced down at Weebok's wrapper I had in my hand and saw the bold words "WINNER!". I looked closer at the wrapper and it said Grand Prize Winner! I looked even closer with my 40 year old eyes, to make out the words MP3, $2500, tour of the factory and a flavor named after you. I reread it twice! Then spontaneously shouted, "We Won! We won!" as Weebok was chomping on the winning flavor. I reached down like any good mother would do and pulled it right out of her mouth. After all, they may need the actual lollipop as proof of the winning wrapper! Weebok so did not understand that! Nike Girl started screaming, "Call Daddy at work! Call Daddy!" We were hollering and dancing, acting a fool, and eating Dum Dums as we all three marched to the office to get on the computer to confirm our winning wrapper! I called Converse in the process. Nike Girl asked if he was sitting down. His response, " What did you buy? " Nothing! In fact, I explained, we won the Dum Dum contest! I continued to scroll down the website. And there it was.....
The winner of the 2009 Dum Dum contest.....2009? I guess you find a wrapper last year then submit your name then a grand prize winner is picked. Our bag of lollipops were old, hence the sale, but the worst thing was that I managed to get the girls all excited! Then I had to call Converse to add to the humiliation. This was definitely a topper to the Betty Crocker sweepstakes. Nike Girl, just shook her head and said, "Maybe next time." Weebok continued to clinch her lollipop with her teeth so I would not snatch it out of her hands again. Converse just belly laughed for minutes. Dum Dum....sums it up!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
Running Report: Outside to run this weekend in the wind. Ran twice 4 miles both times. Nothing major just enjoyed the outdoors. Will be on the treadmill the next couple days due to weather I imagine. I have to bribe Weebok to stay in the exersaucer these days while I run. I guess the Dum Dums will come in handy.
Well just this afternoon, I found myself in a similar situation. Only this time, the girls were a witness. We had bought a package of Dum Dum lollipops at the store yesterday on sale. Today after we all got home, I thought it would be a special treat to give Nike Girl and Weebok a Dum Dum to counterbalance the fresh apple.They were both very content as they took their first lick. I glanced down at Weebok's wrapper I had in my hand and saw the bold words "WINNER!". I looked closer at the wrapper and it said Grand Prize Winner! I looked even closer with my 40 year old eyes, to make out the words MP3, $2500, tour of the factory and a flavor named after you. I reread it twice! Then spontaneously shouted, "We Won! We won!" as Weebok was chomping on the winning flavor. I reached down like any good mother would do and pulled it right out of her mouth. After all, they may need the actual lollipop as proof of the winning wrapper! Weebok so did not understand that! Nike Girl started screaming, "Call Daddy at work! Call Daddy!" We were hollering and dancing, acting a fool, and eating Dum Dums as we all three marched to the office to get on the computer to confirm our winning wrapper! I called Converse in the process. Nike Girl asked if he was sitting down. His response, " What did you buy? " Nothing! In fact, I explained, we won the Dum Dum contest! I continued to scroll down the website. And there it was.....
The winner of the 2009 Dum Dum contest.....2009? I guess you find a wrapper last year then submit your name then a grand prize winner is picked. Our bag of lollipops were old, hence the sale, but the worst thing was that I managed to get the girls all excited! Then I had to call Converse to add to the humiliation. This was definitely a topper to the Betty Crocker sweepstakes. Nike Girl, just shook her head and said, "Maybe next time." Weebok continued to clinch her lollipop with her teeth so I would not snatch it out of her hands again. Converse just belly laughed for minutes. Dum Dum....sums it up!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
Running Report: Outside to run this weekend in the wind. Ran twice 4 miles both times. Nothing major just enjoyed the outdoors. Will be on the treadmill the next couple days due to weather I imagine. I have to bribe Weebok to stay in the exersaucer these days while I run. I guess the Dum Dums will come in handy.
11.27.2010
Always Read the Fine Print
Nike Girl gets lots of papers sent home from school. So many papers in fact, it is difficult to keep them all straight. Some have deadlines, others are keepers and still others are trashed when no one is looking. The paper stating basketball camp for 1.5 hours looked like something Nike Girl would enjoy. So Converse and I discussed it and decided if she wanted to go then we would fork out the cash and let her go have some fun. Meet new friends while shooting some hoops.
The camp day arrived and I reread the brochure to get the address. In fine print at the very very bottom it states benefits boys booster club. I think what about the girls? I quickly scan to the top of the page and it states in larger print, actually bold 24 point or maybe even 36 point font, Boys Basketball Camp.
Yes, I sent my daughter to an all boys basketball camp. The local high school coach saw us walk in and quickly walked over. I explained to him the mistake and he graciously said, "If she is not scared of boys let her stay and play some ball." Well Nike Girl is not scared of stinky boys as she calls them now. She jumped in and shot some hoops with the boys. She would run over to me periodically and say, " I can't believe my mother signed me up for an all boys camp!" I can dear. I seriously can.
Moral of the story, read the fine print and if you get a chance you might want to read the bold print called the Heading.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
The camp day arrived and I reread the brochure to get the address. In fine print at the very very bottom it states benefits boys booster club. I think what about the girls? I quickly scan to the top of the page and it states in larger print, actually bold 24 point or maybe even 36 point font, Boys Basketball Camp.
Yes, I sent my daughter to an all boys basketball camp. The local high school coach saw us walk in and quickly walked over. I explained to him the mistake and he graciously said, "If she is not scared of boys let her stay and play some ball." Well Nike Girl is not scared of stinky boys as she calls them now. She jumped in and shot some hoops with the boys. She would run over to me periodically and say, " I can't believe my mother signed me up for an all boys camp!" I can dear. I seriously can.
Moral of the story, read the fine print and if you get a chance you might want to read the bold print called the Heading.
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
11.25.2010
Give Thanks!
Thankful for so many blessings big and small......
We are thankful.
Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever! Psalm 107:1
Happy Thanksgiving!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
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| Thankful that I did not hire a professional photographer to do our Christmas cards this year. The girls were in rare form. Geese kept flying overhead. Weebok is yelling, "Goose" every two seconds. |
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| They make us laugh, they make us smile, they make us cry, they make us dance to the Jonas Brothers and watch whiny Caillou on PBS. |
Oh give thanks to the Lord, for he is good, for his steadfast love endures forever! Psalm 107:1
Happy Thanksgiving!
Peace.
The "New Balance" Girl
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