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Thump Thump clap clap Thump Thump clap...Thump Thump clap clap Thump Thump EAGLES!   I love that sound.  It's the sound of 25 boys getting fired up.  They unofficially won the unofficial scrimmage with the Jets 6-0.  On Saturday's official game, they beat the Cowboys 34-0.  As of the time we left the field, the Eagles were in 3rd place, but that was the first game of the day.  It's not expected to change though, but I'll know for sure Tuesday.  This coming Saturday are the first playoff games.  The best eight teams become four.  I'm telling you, it's almost as good as a soap opera.  Especially when you factor in all the nonsense happening off the field.  Crazy, bald lady threatened to yank her kids of the team and had the nerve to get mad cuz no one tried to stop her... Someone's mom screwing some other team's married coach...    A lotta nonsense.  I listen, but I stay out of it, but it's made for an interesting season. 

We also went to Alex's afterschool care on Saturday night, after a long, lazy nap.  They were having a Halloween thing.  It was fun.  I went through the haunted house and screamed like a girl.  Fun. I also won a cake walk and got a triple chocolate budt cake.  Yum.

Today, I slept till noon cuz I have the best boyfriend ever.  After we all showered, we went to a Chinese/Japanese buffet, which had lots of tasty sushi.  I ate with chopsticks.  I feel like a cool kid when I do that.  Then My Honey took me to Steve and Barry's so I could buy Alicia a couple of cute tshirts.  I called her for her birthday and she asked if her present was in the mail.  I told her I was going to the mall today to get her something.  Chris and Alex helped me pick out a couple of shirts and a hoodie.  I also got Alex a new letterman style jacket for $7.49.  (FYI: Steve and Barry's in Grapevine Mills is having a good clearance sale.) After shopping Chris took us to Speed Zone.  I had never been.  Alex really liked it.  We spent a few hours there.  We rode different kids of go carts, played video games and had a blast. 

I love my weekends.  My one complaint is that they are not long enough.  I suppose I could cut back on my Saturday afternoon nap.  Or maybe I'll just take a sick day instead on one of these Mondays.  I think the latter is the better idea. 

I'm washing uniforms so the boys have clean clothes tomorrow morning.  After that, I'm taking my tired butt to bed.

Late weekend update

Seems I've been working cuz I sure haven't been keeping up with MySpace updates.  Ready? Break!

Camping was fun.  I think about 2,000 marshmallows were toasted and/or engulfed in flames.  Next year, I'm taking at least half a day off work so I can set up the tent in the daylight.  I'll also prepare ahead of time so I don't forget the essentials like bottled water.  Chirs was a real trooper.  He'd never been camping, but he was so helpful that I've been told I can't come back next year without him.  I don't know if he wants to go back, but it's not really optional anymore. 

Some things in group camping are hard.  I'm not always good with other people's children because I treat them like my own.  At one point I told a child, ""Tattletale, stop whining and go do what Ms. Lety told you.""  He went to his mom and told on me.  It turns out that's the same kid I told to stop putting his stick in the fire the night before after he was told three times by the Den Leader.  His mom kept giving me looks,  but I don't care.  If he did what he was supposed to or if she had corrected him herself (because she saw it happen and ignored it), I would not have said a word. 

My kid is great, but if you see him making a bad decision, like talking back to an adult, then tell him to act right and tell me about it so I can get on him too.  Now I've explained to my child that if someone wants him to engage in inappropriate behavior, be it some pervert trying to touch him, telling him to kick puppies or worship Satan, etc. that he can tell them to go to hell and let me know immeditaley.  But I've also made it clear that if an adult tells him to do something that he knows he's supposed to do like pick up after himself that I expect him to listen without backtalk. 

He's a good kid, but he does make mistakes.  Like, oh say, leaving his game jersey in the tent and not realizing it until we were halfway to the game.  Actually, he never realized it, I did.   We had a loud, one-sided discussion about responsibility, which ended in me telling him that he better not miss a block or fail to wrap up a tackle or I'd have to beat his behind.  Chris and I went back to camp and got the jersey while they warmed up and we made it back about one minute into the game.  Saturday's game ended in a tie.  0 - 0.  I kept hoping the Eagles would score, but the offense was being too hesitant out there.  The good news is that Alex made a tackle so fierce that I felt bad for the kid he hit.  He broke through the line 2 other times and he was only in for 4 defensive plays.  He's starting in the next game.  I'm so proud.  He's been trying so hard all season and it seems that all the pieces finally clicked.  On a different note, I finally got the team tshirt I ordered with my baby's number on the back...with ONE game left in the regular season.  Oh well, we're in the playoffs so I have at least 2 more games to wear it...plus next year. 

Tomorrow, the Eagles are scrimmaging with the Jets.  I guess it's how they're unofficially breaking the tie.  It won't go on the record, but it's a chance for the boys to redeem themselves.  It should be a good one.  I'll keep you posted.<

Weekly-ish update

Sadly, the Eagles lost their first game this season.  The next two games are pretty much a sure win and then they're headed for the playoffs.  I'm sure we'll be seeing the b.i.g. d.o.g.s. again.  Get this...it stands for Believing in God - Depending on God's strength.  I don't think anyone's told them that the Good Lord is an Eagles fan and they're gonna get theirs in the playoffs.  They don't appreciate my chant of, ""Jesus loves the Eagles!""  Some people.

This weekend is Cub Scout Camp Out.  After football practice at 8:00p.m., we're driving to the campsite to set up in the dark.  Then we'll do the camping thing until we have to head back to Irving to play a 6:00 p.m. game on Saturday.  After that we'll go finish our camping thing until Sunday around noonish.  Now, this plan has flaws.  Believe me, I'm aware...but it's the only way I can figure to get the camp out and football in the same weekend.  Fortunately, the boy and the boyfriend are as crazy as I am and have no problem with the plan. 

I'm going to Six Flags November 11th.  Let me know if you can babysit.  My son is a chicken when it comes to big rides.  He won't even go down a big water slide.  I'd invite you to come, but you suck.   The park is closed for Chris's company and their families and whatnot.  I'm whatnot and I'm so going. 

I'm counting down the days till Thanksgiving.  I'm going to Mama's to eat good food and hang out.  I talked to Mama and I'm taking Chris.  She's cool and the old man has mellowed enough that I don't see it being an issue.  Even when he's ornery, he's not anywhere near as bad as he used to be.  That's assuming he's back from Indiana by then.  No one knows where he'll be except him and I think he even surprises himself sometimes.  Besides I have a couple of things working in our favor. 1) I'm not pregnant and 2) Chris is white.   I also think he'll score bonus points on being educated, gainfully employed and speaking coherent Spanish beyond, ""quiero tortillas"". 

I don't want to work anymore.  I'm not feeling productive no matter how much I do.  And I'm on a roll lately.  I think I need sleep.  Ok.  Good night.

Send some good luck my baby's way

Tomorrow Alex's team faces the only other undefeated team in the division.    I really don't want the boys to lose.  Yes, I know that everyone loses at one time or another.  Don't care.   I want them to win.   I want them to feel the joy of winning and being the best for a while longer. They've worked so hard.  They're confident and capable so I cross my fingers and hope.

Life teaches us all soon enough that even when you give your all, try your best, and work the hardest that you don't always get what you want.  Life's not fair.  And even when it is fair, it's not always right.  Is it wrong to want to delay that lesson a little longer? 

Say a little prayer for us.  I don't think God necessarily will throw any favor our way for a kids' football game, but it can't hurt.   Go Eagles!

My Honey

I'm sitting here alone in my office.  I'm done with my leftover spaghetti and Little Debbie Nutty Bars.  My lunch buddy has training across town and couldn't get away.  I don't mind eating alone, but I've gotten quite used to seeing him every afternoon and getting out of the office.  I got to see him all this weekend so I think I can make it through the week without joneseing.  Granted, I could have gotten out of the office today, but I brought my lunch and it seemed practical to stay here.  I've closed the doors so no one will know I'm in the building....except Scott.  He can see me from the window to the production floor.  I'm not worried though cuz he does his own thing and doesn't need me.     

After work on Friday, we met at Alex's football practice.  It was Beer-n-Burger night.  If the team wins the week before, one of the parents cooks out for the boys and the families.  I made myself the beer mom cuz they bring everything every week and I was starting to feel guility.  No, it wasn't really beer, just RC and diet Dr Pepper.  I skipped my burger this week and Chris and I went out for our ""official"" two month anniversary.  Pretty sweet.

Sadly truck started acting up after work.  Happily, My Honey took it on Saturday and had it fixed.  I felt bad about it, but he told me not to worry.  Me not worry?  Yeah, that's gonna happen.   I'm not the kind of girl who'll serve a man warm Kool-Aid to get a new refridgerator.  I did not tell him it was acting up to get him to fix it.  I'm glad it's fixed though.  But I feel guilty that he paid for it and that I probably won't have the money to pay him back for a while, assuming he ever tells me how much it was....and I know he's not going to want to be paid back, but I'll argue that when the time comes.  He's a hard-headed man who wants to take care of me.  I never wanted to be that girl, but more and more I'm coming to think it's not a bad deal.  I dunno.  I know the man's a keeper.  We'll have to work out the details as we go.