Bad Blog

Friday--I was planning to race the sprints at Master's Regional Track Championships, but when it came time to pack up and leave, I was just getting home from what ended up being an all day affair of buying our new scooter. I'll have pics of her (we're narrowing down her name) soon.

See, we were about to buy a new car. We'd done some research, mostly avoided arguing about it, test drove a ride or two, and even haggled with a salesman about a Mazda3. But the whole ordeal of shopping, financing (we like to buy things outright), and figuring out needs vs. wants and trying to predict what would work best for us in the next year or so...we said "screw it" and spent the down payment on a red, 150cc, 4-speed, hot rod.

I was sunburned and tired from being outside all day, and I nearly melted when I saw a bank sign say the temp outside was 109, but I was riding a scooter through Dallas and down 121 and passing trucks at 60mph.

Yeah, we got a scooter. We're that much further away from being cool, but we're having more fun. Especially on me and Chloe's first ride together.

Saturday--Woke up early, ran over to get Noah from his Mom's, and we went to the second session of Master's Regionals. The events of the day were the Kilo and the Pursuit. I had no business racing a bicycle at all, but I figured I'd make my donation of an entry fee, run a few laps, and call it a day.

I picked the kilo because it was the shortest event on offer, thus leaving me on the track for the least amount of time to be embarassed. There were only five people in the 35-39 category, but my bronze medal is forever.

We motored home and got to work on the garage. We emptied that thing out, cleaned the floors, filled up the truck with trash, got all of the TRP stuff out...and then put everything but the trash back in the garage because it looked like it was going to rain. The garage is clean and organized now, complete with weights set up, a place for the scooter, bike crap organized...

We'll see how long it lasts. But I do think it will stay tidier now that we don't have team stuff and TRP stuff in there. Well, the TRP stuff will be out completely this week.

Sunday--For Having Sex With My Wife Day, my kids gave me this cool plate that has their hand prints on it. The handprints are made into fish. Cutesy, but they're my kids, so I think it is cool.

Mama took me to Lowes and we got a workbench and some stuff to organize the bike tools and such. We also got some long-needed florescent lighting. Good times.

Noah and I went for a ride this evening, and we chose to hit the hills, complete with an assault on Hilltop the short and steep way. Now, we didn't go up it fast, but we got up it just fine.

Mama made a wonderful sauce for some pasta tonight. Made it with some fresh tomatoes from our next door neighbor. But we have our own tomatoes growing just fine. Because we are farmers and all.

Stuff that doesn't fit into a particular day--We came across a copy of The Muppet Movie on DVD. It is the favorite move around here lately. As long as we ignore Fozzy's "Wakka wakka," which annoys everyone, especially Buddy.

Reanie doesn't wear a swim suit. She wears her "super suit." This makes more sense if you've seen The Incredibles.

We wore out the bouncy slide. But we are taking it back to get another. You'd think they'd make those things kid-proof.

I've been sick with some chest/head thing for a week. Probably should have gone to the doctor for it, but I'm tired of going to the doctor lately.


I love my kids.

Pause for Dramatic Effect

Reanie took off downstairs after I put clean drawers on her. It was quiet for a bit. Then she came upstairs (my office is upstairs) wearing her swimsuit.

I figured Noah helped her put it on and that they were going to to play on the bouncy slide thing. But Noah was nowhere to be found. Hmmm....

After calling for him a few times, I went looking out the windows to see if he was outside somewheres. Sure enough, he's teaching himself how to rollerblade out in the driveway.

I'm not getting any work done, but the kids are loading up the cute points.

And I got my coffee mug with that action shot of Noah (posted a few days ago) today.

Bad day for work. Crummy day cuz I'm illin'. GREAT day because 2/3's of the kids are here being cute.

Punch Line

Just as I hit "publish" on the last post, Reanie said, "Daddy, I got big job."

160,000 rolled pennies per month

I love my kids. Really, I do. But we send them to this school so they can learn a bit and be social a bit. But this school, to which we pay a healthy sum for the opportunity to send our kids there daily, has made it a habit of calling me to come pick them up on a weekly basis. And I don't mean when it is time to pick them up; I mean like in the middle of the day because Buddy coughed or Reanie had a runny nose.

This week, I've had one or the other child here for three days. It would be one thing to just have them here from when we wake up until we put them to bed, but what this is has to do with dropping them off at school, coming back home to work, only to have the phone ring just as I fire up the computer. "Mr. Williams, this is Joanne from the Merryhill School, and Reanie/Buddy has...you need to come pick him/her up and take them to the doctor."

See, at this school, when they tell you to come pick up the kid, you have to have a doctors note for them to return. So, you lose the time that you had to go pick them up, the time you were going to work now that you have them at home, AND the time it takes to take them to the doctor.


So, I've been sick the last two days--sore throat, coughing up oysters and whatnot. This morning, we had to get everyone rolling earlier than normal because Mama had to be at work earlier than normal. My truck is in the shop, so we are down to one vehicle, and that means everyone piles in. But me. I get to stay home and be sick and be working. Fine. Cool.

25 minutes after everyone leaves, the phone rings. Mama says I need to take the kid's swimsuits and towels up to the school because it is "Splash Day." Hokey dokey. I'll ride my bike and take them up there. The car shop is very close, and I can go pick up the truck while I'm at it.

Took me 20 minutes to find their swimsuits.

Then Mama called and said she left a folder on her desk that she needs for work, "please bring that to me this morning." No problem. Forgetting things happens (right, Noah?)

Just as I'm stuffing everything into a backpack, Noah's Mom calls and says she's on 407 (a main road around here and the same road in which the car shop and the kid's school is located) and asks if I could meet her to get the Big Boy. "Sure," I tell her, but you'll have to meet me at the car shop, since I'm on my bike and have to pick up my truck..."

Just as I stuff my phone in my jersey pocket, it rings. This time it is the school. Reanie seems to have a "rash" and is "scrathing a lot." "Please pick her up and take her to the doctor."

I ride to the shop, pay the guy $200 for a hose, which isn't much of a stretch to create the metophor--I got hosed. Noah jumps out of his Mom's car, helps me load my bike and stuff, and we drive over to the school to give them Buddy's swimsuit and pick up Reanie. Both kids are soaking wet, by the way. They tell me that, "We tried to keep her dry."

I grab the soaking Reanie and hand over the now pointless swim suit for Buddy, and we pile in the truck to take Mama's notebook to her.

Now that we are home, Reanie wants to show me every picture she is drawing, and she wants banana and apricot. Hearing two year old girls say "apricot" is enough to make you stop what you are doing and get it just because it is cute. But she's on apricot #4.

Ain't no work getting done today, and Mama leaves for NYC on Sunday.

[ Oh, and a special note (read: inside joke) for Rob, Burke and JR: ... ]

Reanie's ailment? The tag on her shirt was rubbing her back.

Mama and I get to argue tonight about keeping the kids in this school. She loves it, and I think it is a decent school but a huge pain in the ass. I get more done here having the kids underfoot than I do by dropping them off only to turn around and pick them up and take them to the doctor 2 hours later. And then wait the 24 hours that the school says they must wait if they are ever picked up early due to itchy tags and whatnot.

New Team Bike

Here's my new sled. Instead of new wheels, we got the bouncy house/slide/climbing thing pictured below. Very good choice.

For those with an eye for it, this is one gorked out bike. Compact frame with 140mm negative rise stem with Biomax, shallow drop bars. I jacked up the chain on installation, but Robbie sorted it out so that it is rideable until time for the next chain replacement (which will be 2008 if I keep up this training schedule). I left the pump on there for the picture because it is my blog. I also put the bike in the big ring for dramatic affect.

Actually, I've ridden for three of the last four days. We would have grabbed another day in there, but just about the time we got to the track, Noah realzied he forgot his shoes. I wanted to ride with Noah, so I skipped the ride out of sympathy. I mean, I've forgotten to take cycling shorts to a race on two occasions, so I don't have much room to give him grief about it.

Let the good times roll

Here's Reanie on Nonno's motorcycle.

Nonno stopped by Sola Stella for a night on his way up to Canada. He had a couple things to do, and one of those was to ride from one end of Canada to the other. The other was to get engaged. He did both real good.

Reanie is all about Nonno's motorcycle.

Slip and slidSlide on Steroids

We've been doing some crosstraining lately. I'm gonna suck at bike racing for awhile longer, but I can do a somersault at the top and still land sliding into the pool at the bottom. Next trick is to make it a 1-1/2.

Buddy likes to slide, but it takes him a trip or two to remember. Reanie climbs up this thing all on her own, and she throws herself down the thing. Noah, I'm convinced, becomes obsessed and completely spaz's out with this thing in a good way. Mama ain't shy about giving it a run either. Heck, even Grammy slid down the thing once or twice.

Here's a shot of Big Boy getting after it at the criterium in Ft. Worth on Memorial Day. 

Bootleg Sittin' In, June 2005

Many of you won't be on the mailing list for the magazine anymore, so I'm posting my column here. If you want to be surprised and read it when the next issue comes out, you need to cover your eyes now. Anyway, nobody is making you read this...

“Juniors are the future of the sport!”

It is a swell and spirited rallying cry, for sure, and you’ll have to trust me in that I’m a believer in the cause, but I’m just not so sure that all of those sounding this sound bite actually understand what it takes to get juniors involved with the sport. For instance, bicycle racing must compete with birthday parties, date night, baseball, swim team, other siblings, and mowing the yard. And that is only one weekend at our house.

A couple of weeks ago I was sitting at my desk cranking out work stuff when I looked at the clock and thought, “Gotta hurry, Kid #1 gets out of school in 45 minutes.” The phone rang at 2:17p and I answered to hear, “This is Miss Tendez at the school, and I wanted to let you know that though Kid #1 is very sweet and we enjoy him here at the school, the students were released at 1pm today for the summer.”

On my way to pick up Kid #1, I received a call on the cell phone from Kid #2 and 3’s pre-school. “Mr. Williams, we wanted to let you know that you need to pick up Kid #2 because she is running a fever.”

After picking up Kid #1 we motored over to the pre-school to pick up Kid #2. As I entered the place, Kid #3, whose class was changing rooms, saw me. For those of you with kids under 2 years old, y’all will understand that there was no way we were going to be able to leave that school without taking him with us.

So the four of us squeezed into the two seatbelts in my pickup because I didn’t have Kid #2 and #3’s car seats in it--we were planning to have Mama pick up Kids #2 and 3 while I took Kid #1 to his baseball game that evening. Mama ended up working late, so the lot of us went to catch some little league action. Someone out there give me a pinch when it looks like “Juniors” and “Bike Racing” are coming into focus, and keep in mind what I do for a living here.

After a dinner of hot dogs and big league chew and a game that had to play out the tie (we are in the playoffs), we got everyone home and reasonably bathed by 10freakin’pm. As I tucked Kid #1 into bed, he reminded me that now that school was out, swim team practice was now in the mornings at 7:30a. “Got it,” I told him.

We got through Friday morning just fine. Kid #3 was taken to his place of business, the older one taken to swim practice, and Kid #2 was serving a one day suspension from school for getting a fever. Mama had to be driven to work, because we were all taking her car to the track (Bike Racing!) that night, and it was easier for me to corral the herd and pick her up on the way. While Kid #2 slept, I even managed to get the yard mowed mid-day before loading up the car with bike gear. As I loaded up Kid #1’s bike, he told me he got a flat the last time he rode it, which was two weeks earlier.

We made a rush job of making some sandwiches and snacks for the night, filled up a water jug, picked up Kid #3, picked up Mama, and then made the 25 mile, 80 minute drive to the Superdrome for a night of track racing against five other juniors. Kid #1 set a personal record by completing one race without being lapped by the older kids.

After his last race, we picked up anything that looked like it belonged to us, be it a bike, gear, food, or person, and we threw it in the car, drove home, and had the lights out just a tad after midnight.

Mama and I actually cheered a little cheer when we heard the storms hit that night, because that meant the 10:00a baseball game was likely to be rained out. That also means there would be an extra game the next week, but sometimes that bit of breathing room is all we need. Then again, if you have to loosen your belt a notch after a big meal it isn’t because your pants just got too small.

After a big clap of thunder, Kid #1 comes into our room and asks, “If the game is rained out, can we go race bikes instead?” What happened to Saturday morning cartoons?

There wasn’t enough rain over night to cancel the baseball game, so we loaded up to be there the customary 45 minutes early for warm ups. Made it almost to the end of warm ups before the game was postponed due to rain, and since it was only postponed, we loaded up three wet kids and two soggy parents into the car and just sat for another half hour waiting for the rain to let up. When the automatic sprinklers turned on while we waited in the rain, we figured that was it for the day.

So, we all went back to the house, and Kid #1 said, “Let’s race!” We dropped off Mama and Kid #3 because he was invited to a birthday party, and I loaded up the bike and gear, grabbed some dry clothes for Kid #2 and me, and we hurried our way to Mesquite for the race. Along the way, Kid #1 kept saying, “I hope it rains. That would be epic!” Kid #2 kept saying, “Donut!” It was sunny from the house all the way to the race and all the way up until they said, “Go.”

Kid #2 threw a near fit when I loaded her into the car just as the race started, and not even donut holes with sprinkles could get her to calm down. I drove us to a spot on the course where we could watch from the car, and just as I opened the tailgate to give us some shelter, the Juniors came around for their first lap. We cheered for Kid #1 like the Tifosi would for a returning from the dead Pantani. That was our boy out there racing in that weather with kids twice his age!

Just as we were settling back into the car to wait for the race to come back around, Kid #1 surprised us by jumping in the car. He sat there dripping all over Mama’s interior and told us the race had been postponed and that they were supposed to wait in their cars. The race didn’t end up happening, and by the time we were on 635, I had two kids whose lips were blue, but they at least they were sleeping.

That evening we were invited to a party held by some friends we hadn’t seen in some time. While there, Kid #3 locked himself in a bathroom and Kid #2 busted her lip open on a pitcher of margaritas.

The next day was me and Mama’s anniversary, so we mowed the yard, caught up on laundry and went to the grocery store. That evening Grammy came into town, so Mama and I went on our first grown up date in about a year. We had plans for dinner, dessert and a show, but after dinner, we tagged out and called it a night just too tired to pretend that we weren’t tired.

Monday was Memorial Day, but I didn’t take that into account when I scheduled some work that needed to be done. While the kids went “swimming” in the sprinkler, I got a call from some friends, who live in Ft. Worth, wondering where we were, since we said we’d meet them at the bike race…

And then I realized the solution to the “Where are the Juniors” problem. If you really want to get Juniors involved with racing, the races need to be held at suburban Mexican restaurants on $3 pitcher night with free babysitting provided.

Hey, hey, hey

So I got my new road bike all built up. Still needs an adjustment tweak here and there, which is normal for a new build, but it is otherwise ready to ride as long as I have a 4mm and 5mm allen wrench in my pocket when I go.

I gave it a 1 mile test spin to make sure I bolted everything down and such.

When I ride, my belly hits my legs. That just ain't gonna happen.

What are your ideas for making belly fat disappear?

ten seconds for tenzing

Thanks for having us out to the shindig. Sorry we didn't stay longer. For the 40 minutes or so we were there, Buddy had locked himself into a bathroom, trapped himself between two swords, Reanie had knocked over the platter of chips, and she managed to cut her lip and bleed on Hiney (Jaime, for those of you without a program) and myself. And then there was general fussing and whatnot.

We know most of you well enough to not care if our kids were being as such, but since I hadn't seen so many of you in so long, I didn't want it to be a case of us crashing the team party and having our kids more underfoot than normal. So, I cut bait, against Chloe's wishes to stay, and we head home for the night.

I do hope to see more of you more often, but last night I just wasn't up for being bled and cried on while answering, "So, what have you been up to? Riding much?"

And us skipping the Tenzing race isn't a statement or anything either. We simply had other plans that I'd made without thinking about what day "May 29" actually was when I agreed to it.

Hope to hear that it all went well today at the GS Tenzing Crit.

Lovin' Lauper

Burke,

I just went to Robbie's to pick up a fork. On my return home, I heard Girls Just Wanna Have Fun. Made me think of you.

Love ya Bro,
Cri

These are the cutest kids I have...

The other night, with Chloe in NYC learning how to order soup using the f-word, I had the kids while flying solo. Not that I ever want Mama gone, but playing 100% Mr Mom is a fun challenge when Mama is away for work. Then again, I may feel I was getting challenged enough if I were training. But here is here.

So, we started with a night of Buddy having a rough time going to bed. He was f-u-s-s-y! It isn't like him to go on and on like that, and the best I could do was rub his tummy (we all like that, right?), make sure his diaper met military specs, and make sure he had a sippy cup full of beverage for when he did settle down.

Since it took awhile for him to settle down, and since we have a 20 minute window when we try to get all kids to bed around here, things were off track early. We complicate this challenge by having all of the kids share the same room, but it normally works just fine.

Not that night, though. With Reanie not going down at all due to Buddy's howling, and Noah gamely in bed but not likely to fall asleep with the Buddy making like the tornado siren, we had an italian fire drill.

Noah went to our room and had the big bed to himself. Getting Noah out of the kid's room seemed to do the trick, so I can only deduce that Noah was poking Buddy with a stick or something. Buddy is in the kids' room, Noah is in me and Mama's room, and I went with Reanie downstairs.

And that's where we all stayed for the night.

The very first thing Reanie said just as she woke up, "Let's get the party started." Right on.

I got her up and slapped some fresh drawers on her bt. Then I went to get the snoozing Buddy (nobody gets to sleep in when Daddy is flying solo and Noah has to be at school at 7:30). The first thing out of Buddy's mouth..."Pasta."

Noah got himself up with the alarm clock, got ready for school, made his own breakfast, and made both of the beds he mussed up. I had him do some other chore as well, but I can't think of what it was at the moment.

Stuffed breakfast in everyone's mouth, and then we piled everyone in Moby (Chloe's car), dropped everyone off at their respective place of formal education, and then I went to the walmart for groceries.

It isn't kid related, but dang it, NOBODY was at a normal register, so I had to do the self-checkout thing. I can bag my own groceries, but it is everything I can do to keep from throwing a jar of pasta sauce across the store when the bar code reader thing won't beep. If the next item won't beep, so help me, we are going to go off-grid, homeschool the kids, and live off the land.

Home, groceries put away, made some breakfast, and was working or "working" by 10:00.

Taste of the Week 5/23

Album: Venus Hum, Big Beautiful Sky (I'm really fired up about this group right now)

Book: Daniel Defoe, Robinson Crusoe

Grub: Frutta del mare

Dolce: I'm thinking about something with apples and brown sugar

Drink: St. Genevieve, Texas Red

Game: Sea Dogs, Arrrrrr http://www.makaimedia.com/games/game_frame.aspx?gid=96 (20,668...I was in The Zone)

Play Ball!

Though my TXBRA administration duties have been cut to nil, I have been wrapped into a email dialogue that is reminiscent of those days when people would carry on as if they were somehow violated in a manner most abrupt by something bicycle racing related.

This deja vu is that it seems the Superdrome (where Noah races on the track) administration is starting to feel the strains of low turnout at the Friday Night races. I feel for them. I really do.

Rob, Bonnie, Steve and I (and others, of course) work/worked hard to get the turnout up for all bike racing, track included. But I got called out the other day because I said that I was bummed they cancelled a race due to what they predicted would be a low turnout.

I was told that I had no reason to complain, since I didn't make all of the track races.

Oh.

So I told them that they were getting me to show up simply because Noah wanted to show up. I further told them that he has to race against juniors who are about to graduate high school, and in some cases, he races against grown ups when the novices are included. But he does this most Friday nights and he never complains. He does say that he'd like to race against the 14 year olds (not bad for a 9 yr old, I think), but none show up. I also told them that their track racing program for him competes with baseball, karate, swimming...

When I made that point, I was told directly, "Then you need to tell Noah to bring his friends to the track to race."

Oh.

We pay his entry fee, we get him out there to race against nobody (and pay for it), and now we have to bring out the racers for the track to have races. Hell, Noah skipped a baseball game to VOLUNTEER at a junior development class for the Superdrome. Well, good golly!

Noah is wrapping up a baseball season in the next couple of weeks. Frankly, he stunk at baseball in the front half of the season, but he's really coming on lately to the extent that he's a key player for them. This is a fun thing for Noah.

They have baseball games on Friday nights. NEVER once did anyone in his baseball league tell us that we needed to bring out Noah's friends if he wanted to play baseball. We pay our money, they put him on a team, assign him some coaches, and they play a couple games per week and have a practice or two.

When Noah goes to a baseball game, he plays against kids about his own age. He's in the game. They keep score. The whole bit.

At times, the Superdrome has left Noah off of the results. He's had someone in his age group ONE time this year.

As Noah gets better at baseball, the Superdrome folks may have just stepped on their own foot, because I can rest comfortably knowing that I've done my part to grow the sport of cycling and, specifically, the Superdrome racing scene.

And if Noah doesn't want to go to the track because he'd rather play baseball, then I'm going to his baseball game instead. That's a net loss of two riders.

Maybe the Superdrome folks should bring their friends to the races.

Am I crazy because my socks don't match?

The following was originally posted Tuesday evening. I pulled it because I thought it might be a little too much disclosure. I thought some more, and upon reflection, I thought it would, at least, be mild entertainment for some of you. Then I remembered a chat David and I had on Saturday, where it was said, "Once they've seen you with no clothes, they've seen you naked."

So...

All day long, without me realizing it, I wore a mismatched pair of socks, and, unintentionally, I wore two shirts. No big deal in the grand scheme, I'm sure, but I have to wonder, am I crazy?

Of course, if you think that thought at all, something prolly ain't right in the noodle, but aside from having the thought and bothering to write it down here, and the fact that my meds are making me groovy, am I crazy?

The scary part is that if I indeed am going crazy, I'm pretty aware of it. This is like having ringside seats but without getting to leave when the action is done.

Yeah, I doubled the other med last night/today. Doubled is dumb. But that's what the guy who gets $250 an hour said to do.

I've been fired up about today for a couple weeks, because I scheduled a light day of work. Then I get here, and it takes me a freakin' hour to make cornbread. No big deal, right? Well, I'd just made it about an hour earlier, and I still had half of a pan left when I made the new batch.

Noah is out driving the kids around in the trailer behind the lawn tractor. He's driving them around, because after I picked up the babies, I went out to the baseball fields, because Noah has a game tonight. That was 5:45, his game is at 8pm. And he's still at the house anyway. Good grief.

I was never a fan of The Doors until today.

Well, I was going to write, but I was hit by a bus

Feels like that anyway.

The last week has been a molto busy one, but other than the remnants of the latest issue of the magazine, a stack of firewood, and 4/5 of the people living here being sick, right now looks the same as last week.

Mostly, I'm in something of a haze from the meds, and I was supposed to have doubled one of them by now. I guess the idea is that you can't have seizures if you are so doped that you can't voluntarily move your arms or legs. I'm exeggerating of course, because I can, in fact, move my arms and legs. It's just that once I do get them moving, I can't remember where I was going.

Everything seems to be happening at normal speed, but I feel like I'm moving, hearing, seeing, speaking in slow motion.


Sorta feels like this. 


I'll get a post of substance up here eventually. Of course, it could be argued that I haven't done that yet. You get what you pay for.

Crossing Stuff Off of the "To Do" List

I upgraded on the track. Now I get to race with the 1,2's. Well, I've been racing with them anyway, but now I get to do it as a cat 2.

Next stop, cat 1.

With that in mind, I actually trained today. My legs hurt if I just look at them.

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Noah raced last night as well. Believe me now and I'll tell you later, there are some 15 and 16 year olds that better start training, because Noah is only about 50-60 meters behind them in these track races...

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We're getting started with our vineyard this weekend.

On the subject of things planted, it is gecko season here at the farm. Them sonsabiches ate our watermelon and squash plants. I thought it was a mouse, since I seen it around the well house, but there is also a big gecko in there. A couple days ago I saw the gecko eating a new watermelon plant, so in terms of evidence, things are looking bad for the gecko. I'm gonna get Chloe to find a dececnt gecko recipe.

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Happy Mother's Day to all of the Mamas, Mommies, Moms, and Mothers!

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We're finishing up our last issue of The Racing Post this weekend too. It is about a 90% done deal that there will be a new publisher, so this isn't the end of the magazine, but in terms of us staying up for 48 hours cranking one out each month, we'll glady have a glass of Pernod instead.

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I love my wife.

Bubu's Birthday

Buon compleanno, Chloe.

Taste of the week and update

Spent the last few days hoping it would rain so I wouldn't have to drag hoses and sprinklers all over the place. After threatening but bluffing for a few days, it finally started to come down.

Reanie has busted out some new vocabulary lately. And she is quite the singer as well. She is speaking less and less Reanish, and more and more "You can tell what she is trying to say."

Buddy is also talking more and more, but I'm only catching a word or two that is recognizable in each sentence. What is funny, though, is when Reanie starts singing (which is often), he'll start singing as well.

Noah won a silver medal in the State Age Group Championships this passed weekend. He was 2nd in the 10-12, and 8th overall in the 10-14.


Taste of the week
Album: Dark Side of the Moon, Pink Floyd

Book: I guess Winning isn't all that, because I'm still working on it. To be fair, however, I'm taking some meds that make me sleep (or want to sleep) about 22 hours per day.

Grub: Homeade pizza

Dolce: Cinnamon toast. works for me

Drink: Coffee. The meds make me sleeeeeeeepppy

Game: Here's one for Burke, mini clip rally http://www.boomgames.com/item.php?itemid=1555
My best lap is 9.36, and my best time for the race is 39.70


Just so you know...
If we chat in the near future, cut me a little slack, as I'm adjusting to a med for a seizure-type thing (among other things) I have going on. Nothing real serious. Just annoying. And slighyly amusing.