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When Miss M was little, I used to kick soccer balls at her hoping they would stick.  Technically, I rolled them hoping she would kick.  Twirling away from me was her polite way to decline my offer.

But now...

Both my boys are starting soccer in a few weeks.  Since Big C is entering a league with kids who have a couple of years under their belts I thought a few practice session wouldn't hurt.  Also, a DVD or two from the library for exposure to the basics.  Plus we picked up a couple of books.  Nothing puts the fun in sports quite like research and studying I always say!

So today I took them to a field with a couple of balls and we ran drills and practiced skills and guess what?  I had SO much fun!  And they did too.  Know how I know?  When I checked the time, 2 1/2 hours had gone by and no one had asked to stop or play the DS even once!

I would be remiss in my parental obligation to brag if I didn't mention that those boys worked hard and hustled the whole time.  Even when it rained.  Even when I made them do push-ups for hand balls.  (Little C even did intentional hand balls just so he could do a push-up.  This one is our contrarian while the Big C is our rule-follower.  Miss M is the rule-adjuster and loop-hole-finder.)

Dear Gab Dancer

I am curious about who you are and why you follow 4goodor4evil.  Please enlighten.

Incompatible

I am finding the aesthetic arrangement of facebook non-compliant with my wagon-wheel understanding of the world around me.  Also problematic is the lack of linear chronology that a blog provides.

And now that I have peeked at pictures of everyone I have slept with (and really, since they are dying off in chronological order and I live with Moose, that list is awfully short) I am running out of things to do on there.  (Which reminds me: Charlie, please take care of yourself!)

Lunchtime Loop

As long as my kids are staring at the woman in line, perhaps they could politely remind the...

...Older Lady to pick up some calcium supplements if she insists on teetering around on those crazy platforms shoes.  It would be great if she could please ask the...

...Young lady in the next booth what the point is of pulling on shorts over her swimsuit when the shorts are smaller than the swimsuit bottoms.  And maybe she would then please remind...

...Noodles and Company, that their doors were sticky before my kids got there.  Then they could remind my kids it is impolite to stare at people and whisper.  And then...

...I could peacefully enjoy my lunch and stop worrying about the rest of you all!

Conversation

Little C: Mama, I have a secret drawer in my room.

Mama: Technically, it is a hidden drawer because it is no longer a secret.

Little C: What?

Mama: Well, since you told me about it I now possess the knowledge that you have a drawer in your room.  However, I do not know the location so it remains hidden from me.

Little C: Ok...but I have a drawer in my room that you do not know about.

Mama: Do you mean the one in your IKEA nightstand that I built?

Little C:  Yep!

Mama: So it is neither secret nor hidden.

Little C: ........oh.

Mama: Sorry about that.  Do you even have things that need to be hidden?  You see, your life at age 6 is almost completely revealed to me.  And why is that?

Little C: You're the mama.

Mama: Damn straight, baby!

The thing about a fever is...

So my brain temp is slightly elevated.  Just mildly.  For a few days now.  But it is making my brain work like it did before I had kids.  You know, before all the organizing and scheduling and parenting took up so much space.  (This is my way of rationalizing the rash of posts.)

You'd think I would use this spurt to finish one of those screenplays sitting in the Final Draft files on my Mac.  (I affectionately call it Final Daft.)  Nope.  It has also stirred up all of the constant thinking that used to plague me.  It is fun to revisit, but I wouldn't want to think all the time.

But on the upside I have figured out a way to make a clean, renewable, never ending, portable power source that works equally well on Earth and Mars.  Maybe even the Moon.  Seriously.  I am working on some sketches.

(Have you all seen the film Phenomenon?) 

For The Record

(In reference to my previous post and the fragility of the human ego...)

I would like to point out that Moose, evolutionarily speaking, is both a good provider and a good breeder.  We have managed to produce and care for two Jedi and a Seussian clover that carries a world on a speck of dust.  All three of them are beautiful and brilliant and their midi-chlorians are off the charts!