How bad am I?

So, I am a terrible wife. The other day was Chris's birthday (my husband, for those of you not in the know). He turned 27 and I didn't bother to post about it.

So, I am a terrible mother. Today, the headache kept me mostly on the sofa, curled under a blanket, instead of cheering on my handsome Duck at tonight's basketball game. I have had the same headache for several days now, sometimes worse than others... this afternoon was bad.

So, be sure to say Happy belated birthday to Indy's daddy, and maybe, if we are lucky, Duck will post the results of tonight's game. We have another game on Friday, and I will not miss it for any headache, or anything else.

The game: not so good...

For today's basketball game, it was a tough game and we got beaten. The officiating was not so good, but in a few weeks, Philomath will be coming into our house to play again, and we will beat them soundly when they get here.

On the good side, I got this cute picture of Indy checking out the hoop!

In just a few more years Indy will be out on the court. If Indy is lucky, Duck's dad will resume his coaching duties to lead Indy's team the way he has for so many years for Duck.

The time has nearly come...

so, my lovelies, it is that time of year again...

you know the time I mean:

When teenagers bite their nails, parents tug their hair, and the world slows down to a crawl...

that's right! Its report card time.

I know that my teenage son is the smartest, most handsome, athletic, amazing guy to grace the halls of his middle school... Now its time to see it on paper as I await the results of his schooling.

The talk around our home is all on what gift is right to appropriately reward my young prince for his brilliance. A new video game perhaps? A movie for his psp? A few bits of paper currency per A? Now, if he gets crappy grades, how does one reward that? He will, as a matter of course with his father (if the grades are not up to par), find himself sitting on the bench for the rest of the basketball season and never see his beloved playstation, psp, dvd player, television, myspace page, or friends again for the foreseeable future, but what can I do? Make him change diapers perhaps?

How do you reward your children for good grades? How do you punish or encourage them to better grades? How do you handle it as a non custodial parent? (most of my readers know Duck lives across town from me with his dad) How did your own parents react to your grades (both good and bad)? Do you think that today's parents are involved enough in their child's education?

Root Root Root for the Home team!

Gratz Duck Boy!

Like a weed!

Back in October of 05 I took This picture of Indy in a basket...

Here is the updated version!

Indy is still a laundry day menace! As soon as I get the basket empty he will climb in it, fall out of it, drag it around, sit in it, or haul it off. Sometimes a combination of all the above!

A short update:

Indy is recovering nicely from his cold, the doc gave him some amoxcicillin to take every day for about ten days. We also got dosage recommendations on Children's benadril, for other symptoms. He is sleeping a great schedule now, going to be at around 630 in the evening and getting up at 720 in the morning. He no longer naps.
Indy is up to weighing 26.6 pounds. We didn't get a height.

Duck's basketball team has another game coming up on Monday night!

I got my taxes finished and filed. Just waiting on Chris's forms to come back to file his.

Not much else going on. I finished reading a book called "the Last Templar", which was fabulous if you are interested in the Templar conspiracy theories. The book would make a nice movie.

We watched a few movies, had a few friends over, played a bit of Karaoke Revolution American Idol edition on the PS2.

Chris's birthday is just 8 days away.

The Snow Continues...

Snow began falling all across western Oregon a few days ago. We then had a cold snap where the high temperature never edged above the freezing mark. This morning, the snow began to fall heavily throughout the Portland metro area, and here in the Valley, freezing rain slowed our fair town to a crawl. There is no school, many businesses did not open, and Indy's dad went to work to find that fully half the crew couldn't make it safely to work this morning. Thankfully things are thawing a bit, as the temperature climbed to a balmy 37 degrees Fahrenheit.

Indy sees the doctor today to check out this pesky cold that has been clinging to him for the last two weeks. I am sure it's nothing, probably just the weather, but better safe than sorry.

until we meet again...

My dear friend is returning home in just a few hours. He fit so seamlessly back into my life it was as if five long years hadn't lain between us; as if life experiences so vastly different had created in us the same friendship we wore as young people.

My current hope for all of you reading my words is this:
I hope that all of you can know a friendship so dear, that the pain of loving that person is worth every single tear.

Blast from the past

I do not recall how old Duck was in this picture, I think he was around 3 (for those of you who don't know, he is 14 now). We shaved those curls off shortly after his 3rd birthday.

I was so thin and young, I almost don't recognize myself.


Anyhow, my buddy found this in a pile of old pictures his parents had. He found some of himself as well and posted them over at his blog. They are pretty funny!

Snow!

i forget who i got this from... but Go ahead... gooogie me!


we have been having some excellent snow falling on the valley floor. We are at such a low elevation, any snow is fairly rare. The rest of Oregon gets a nice ammount of snow in fact, this morning, sitting on the beach at sea level in Astoria, Oregon there was almost 7 inches of snow!

41-14

'NUFF SAID

41-14

'nuff said.

Guardian elmo...

There are many needs in the world. Two important ones in our lives here are the security of love and a warm cuddly "guardian elmo" to sleep with at night.

Bogart, Humphrey...

Donkey got a doggie. His name is Bogart, not actually after Humphrey, but after a pound dog of the same name whom we were unable to save from being put down.

Bogie is a wonderful 9 week old chocolate lab puppy. He already weighs in at 15 pounds, so we expect him to be a tank when he gets bigger!

We look forward to the time when we can purchase our own home and get a dog for Indy. Until then, grandma's service dog will have to do.