27 August 2008

Sick, Patriots and a Couch

"I cannot go to school today,"
said little Peggy Ann McKay.
"I have the measles, and the mumps,
A gash, a rash, and purple bumps.

Sick, by Shel Silverstein


I memorized this poem once a long time ago (I think it was Grade 9 drama class). And now every time I get sick, it's the first thing that runs through my head. I hate summer colds. They don't go away, and I feel worse because it's summer! I should be playing and laughing, not coughing up a lung!

I had the wonderful opportunity to go to a Patriots preseason football game this weekend. And there was no way I was missing it, so me and my sniffles, coughs, and Kleenex went with Nick to the game. It was fairly anticlimactic, as the Eagles scored 2 touchdowns within a minute or so. Then more flags, poor offense, and lackluster defense lead to the halftime score of 24 to 3. Most of the crowd gave up at the end of third quarter. Not us! We stayed to see the end. And we cheered loudly in the 4th for the touchdown. So with a final score of 27-17 we made our way to the parking lot.

I am very happy that we have been able to take advantage of this area and attend major games. We can now say we have been to an NFL game, NHL game, MLB game, NBA game (Jazz), and of course MLS (soccer). I would rather watch football on tv. I'd rather not watch basketball. Hockey I'd go to again, and baseball is only good in person, although there isn't much difference to me between the major leagues and kids. In fact, kids can be more fun to watch.

The other major event for us is (drumroll please)....
For the first time in 2.5 years we have a couch! A real couch! A couch people can sit on. We didn't get it in time that I could enjoy laying on it while sick. But at least I have it now.

Yes, pictures will come. But they will have to wait until I have the motivation to get the camera, and that is not right now.

08 August 2008

Happy Birthday!!!

Happy Birthday to the love of my life.

My smart, funny, silly husband turns 30 today. He is nervous about it. Not sure why, can't stop the clock or turn back time. So today, my post is devoted to him based on one of our favorite movies.

Ten Things I Love About my Husband

I love the way he makes me laugh, especially with our twisted view on society, and our "I hate people" days.
I love the way he can quote music, movies, or books to fit almost every situation.
I love the way he mocks my made up language and gives me the proper English words.
I love how gentle he is with all children he meets.
I love how much fun we have when we play games, even when we pout because we are too competitive with each other.
I love his willingness to bring me back to earth when I offer him with the moon and the stars.
I love how he subtly rolls his eyes when the occasion calls for it.
I love his desire to provide for our family.
I love the red hair and crooked smile ready to grin at the slightest incentive.
I love how much he cares for all people he is close to.


HAPPY BIRTHDAY SWEETHEART!!

A Compliment

Today Nick's name floated across Bill Marriott's desk. Yes THE Bill Marriott. Or at least Bill Marriott's assistants desk. It started as a wonderful compliment- That Nick is great, and don't let him go. Then came the 'roll your eyes' part of: But your hotel is so expensive. Can you help me out?

It's good for someone else to recognize the greatness that hides inside the love of my life. I see it daily, but unfortunately it's missed by a lot of people.

05 August 2008

Ice Cream and Monday Drives

Not being particularly good with Family Home Evening as there are only two of us, we have started to go for drives on Monday night. Yes, gas prices are high (but falling-we found $3.79/gal tonight), but I think a nice drive that revives the soul and allows undistracted (almost!) talking is worth a few bucks. But I digress...

When on these drives we invariably find a place to stop for ice cream. We've yet to stop at the same place twice. Tonight was Mac's Dairy Farm in Tewksbury. I had a very rich and creamy chocolate walnut. Nick had a Milky Way. My lesson? A small is not a small. It is more like a small box. I will need to order kiddies size next time. Due to the massive size, and the beautiful night, the ice cream melted faster than I could eat it. So my shirt helped. We'll see if the chocolate comes out.

Next week we will wander towards Kimball's and discover if it is worthy of the recommendations.

Tomorrow? The gym-with an extra 30 min added on.

Not this year

So Chels does not get to sing this year. They told her to try again next year. She is undecided as to the probability of that.