It started out beautifully sunny this morning and now it’s all cloudy.
I guess I should be happy that I’m up early enough to enjoy the sunshine, right glass-half-fullers?
Yes. Still not working out at night, still getting up in the morning to walk.
And still enjoying it. (Shitty tv notwithstanding.)
I’m now watching Wings. Just to have Something with some form of continuity to it.
I used to love Wings. (Or maybe it was just Stephen [Steven? Drat.] Weber.)
Because the last two days makes me think that it’s just Not That Funny.
I wish The 9ine didn’t get canceled.
Not that I could watch it at 5:30am, but it was a super-duper little show and Tim Daly was nice eye candy.
And with that, we’ll stop this monumental meandering.
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The Bitsy had Major separation anxiety at t-ball yesterday.
To the point that I had to sit in the grass twenty feet from her while she was working on catching. And stand behind the fence behind the plate while she was batting. So she wouldn’t hyperventilate.
Hoping that it will only take two weeks for her to get comfortable with the situation, as that wasn’t exactly pleasant.
But she did hit the ball twice, so that’s a good thing.
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Had a little chat with Mr. Boo last night and suggested the positive reinforcement/bribery (Yes, Ms. L, [my very favorite teacher of all time that I will never get the opportunity to send my urchins to], I see it for what it is and that does not make it any worse than spanking if it works!) and he seems to think that it might just be a nifty idea.
Threw it out using a baseball analogy, and if he was a good boy for soccer practice, he would get a run. Still have to work out the logistics of dayschool and whether it’s a full week that will advance a batter and how many runs will results in getting to choose a ‘package’.
It seemed to pique his little interest, so we will need to hammer out some details, but hopefully we’ll get this headstrong little boy back on track again.
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This morning officially turned into summer.
The BoDeans went into the CD player in the car castle.
Just what the doctor ordered, methinks.
Now it’s time to see when they’re coming back, and to check on the upcoming Little River Band concert to see if I can drag Suzanne for a girl’s night.
I’m so old.
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Dagnabbit.
It’s her birthday. Next. Week. (Along with two other friends and a couple of anniversaries.)
And there just seems to be so much stuff going on that I can’t find time to make plans to help her celebrate!!!
LOGIC!!!! Is it too late to think about a visit/celebration next Tuesday? If so I will contact the Ba immediately and tell him he is on soccer duty and we’ll make it happen. If not, let’s see what we can fit into our schedules so that we can celebrate Lap and wine and Jasmine Deli and females and laughter.
And I also have to get a date with Show-girl in there, too.
Man, I have to get the urchins out of activities so that my social life isn’t so impeded!
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Ok.
Must go do stuff.
I’m quite thrilled it’s almost Friday.
All I’m sayin’.
ak
June 19, 2008 at 8:08 pm |
It’s no big deal, just my 40th birthday and I’ll be kid-free and all. It wouldn’t have to be Tuesday really.
I sort of think the separation anxiety with the Bits at t-ball is funny and cute. Mostly because neither of my kids care one whit if I am there anymore or not. Unless they’re bored, which they are often.
I used to think Stephen (Steven?) Weber was my dream man. He played a character on As The World Turns (circa Julianne Moore years) and he was very brave and dashing and I decided I wanted to date a boy just like him. And thought of him as my ideal without knowing his name for years, and never have actually dated anyone that looked like him ever. I might opt for Tim Daly over him at this point, because I sort of find him slightly weaselly since he looks a lot like Tim Roth, who is more weaselly.
June 20, 2008 at 5:04 am |
Hey, if that was ME you were trying to link to, the name is summerfever
Although now that I think of it, summer breeze is pretty nifty too. Sounds like a good name for a song…