Absolutely, without question, my favorite moments with Trevor are bound to be all about baseball :) Thanks Aunt Cickle for inviting us!
June 28, 2011
Go Rangers
Absolutely, without question, my favorite moments with Trevor are bound to be all about baseball :) Thanks Aunt Cickle for inviting us!
June 21, 2011
7 more to go
Rangers v Amazing Mets on Friday and Rangers v Marlins next Sunday....just 7 more. 10 games didn't seem like such a tough goal on opening day. Where does all the time go. Hopefully, there's only one October and I can catch up in the fall.
Added to my hot baseball girl collection, in honor of my Papa...Bud Man, Cub Fan! Yep, I look THIS hot in it too!
Added to my hot baseball girl collection, in honor of my Papa...Bud Man, Cub Fan! Yep, I look THIS hot in it too!
Peaches & Honey
Every time I spend time with Carrie and Ben Christie, I think "I should spend more time with Carrie & Ben Christie"! It's a good thing that my "what's in the pantry?" attitude to having guests over for dinner turned into this wonderful dessert. They certainly deserve something this special. I just wish I could say that it was more than kismet that it all came together :) Peaches from my Costco hunny, honey from Aunt Jenn, a little direction from Martha and voila...amazing dessert!
June 18, 2011
6 days of separation from Facebook
Friday, June 10th-
"I really need to be productive this weekend" Step #1, give up Facebook! Step #2, get hopped up on Asthma inhalers (more on that later) and then stay up until 4:00AM moving your entire house around. Good Start!
FB is valuable and I missed my friends. I am happy to be back and glad I did it!
My week without Facebook- Projects Completed!
FB is valuable and I missed my friends. I am happy to be back and glad I did it!
My week without Facebook- Projects Completed!
- Rearranged the Living Room and Trevor's Room
- Flea Market Find found it's place in my new living room set up
- Window Box and perennial flowers planted
- Printed, framed and finally hung pictures
- Light fixture added to the living room, bye-bye IKEA Lamps...I love IKEA but those lamps looked cheap!
- Train Table fixed (Gorilla Glue is AMAZING)
- Curtains hung
- Sewing projects...finally
- Alittle bit of knitting
- Vanity Fair read cover to cover
- Got myself a Kindle...There are only a few good things that come out of having to share custody, I actually have "down" time and I live next to the pool, so I am going to start to use it for more than watching A Few Good Men or 6th Sense for the millionth time on TV!
- Tested out my bikini from Brazil...I now know how a country has a waxing named after it!
Updates I would have posted:
- Everyone should have a Starbucks Name....just don't wear your nametag when you use it. #strangelooksfromthebarista
- "Good Morning" nice maintenance guy at my apartment complex...."good morning, your name is Kerensa"... freaked out a little until I realized I was wearing my nametag! #notacreeper
- Put candy on your desk and get responses like, "these aren't as good as Twizzlers, I don't like these" and maybe think your head might explode...it's free candy, people!
- After about 2 bars, Trevor says "this is money, money mama"...low and behold it is a song about money...how does he know that? I have never heard this song before! #thingsyoumisswithsharedcustody
- Characterized as a "celery" body type by the ladies of Skinny Bitch..."tend to live on caffeine and cigarettes" How about caffeine and caffeine??
May 14, 2011
Mrs. Woods
Went to a birthday party at Little Gym last night. Trevor spent most of the time "shooting baskets" but got the hang of jumping to a bar, hanging like a monkey and then letting go for a big "drop". He is not really that social (he can't be exactly like me!), he plays in the vicinity of other kids. He's not antisocial, maybe it is just a result of him being an only child with divorced parents so he is used to just being the center of our attention (and...Man, do we give it to him).This is with the exception of Sophie! They just play right next to each other like 2 peas in a pod. They didn't need to take turns because they just do everything together, at the same time. Sophie is a little more adventurous than Trevor so she would jet off to do something else and Trevor would beckon her like an overbearing boyfriend "Sophie, Sophie"...as if to say, "come back here, you can't leave me". hmmm, we might have to work on how Trevor treats women!
We ARE overbearing parents, God forbid that he ever get hurt while one of us is (or even worse, caught NOT) watching. I know this isn't good for him. I am working on it. Darren has it worse than I do. He is so very protective of Trevor and doesn't have the same desensitizing amount of time that I spend with Trevor where he physically can't be my only focus. I let him watch Yo Gabba Gabba so that I can put on make up if we are running late in the morning. It's a necessary evil, even though we had decided that Trevor wouldn't watch television. But, that was when we were co-parenting and had support for each other at home. The only way that I can be a sane mother is to feel like I can do most things and that I don't have to do it all, even if I am by myself.
Back to the title of this post "Mrs. Woods". No, not THAT one...I am over that chapter in my life and am so happy it's not on TV all the time, anymore. I actually mean the senior Mrs. Woods. More than once, last night, I found myself embarrassed at the attention that Trevor's "talent" brings. Combine that with the fact that he looks like a mini Brett Favre (minus the scruff) and is the size of a 3 year old and people can't believe it when I say that he is 2. So, now I say, he was 2 in February....
I think that Trevor is just am amazing mimic-er and both Darren and I enjoy watching him shoot baskets, hit baseballs, catch footballs, kick soccer balls, throw footballs, hit golf balls, dribble basketballs. Darren has unlimited energy to pay sports with him and he mimics everything that he does. I can see him imitating his Dad's jump, fad-a-way and he is always encouraged because we say "almost", "close" when he misses. Missing and hitting it are almost equally as praised. I admit that just hearing him say "from way downtown" when he backs up away from the basket makes me smile. I encourage it. Let's just hope that we stay sane in all of this and that he still loves sports this much when he is good at them. The dedication that it takes to be truly "good" at a sport almost always kills the love of the sport in a young person.
I think that Trevor is just am amazing mimic-er and both Darren and I enjoy watching him shoot baskets, hit baseballs, catch footballs, kick soccer balls, throw footballs, hit golf balls, dribble basketballs. Darren has unlimited energy to pay sports with him and he mimics everything that he does. I can see him imitating his Dad's jump, fad-a-way and he is always encouraged because we say "almost", "close" when he misses. Missing and hitting it are almost equally as praised. I admit that just hearing him say "from way downtown" when he backs up away from the basket makes me smile. I encourage it. Let's just hope that we stay sane in all of this and that he still loves sports this much when he is good at them. The dedication that it takes to be truly "good" at a sport almost always kills the love of the sport in a young person.
May 11, 2011
One of the many reasons I love Tina Fey
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.”
-Tina Fey
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.”
-Tina Fey
April 26, 2011
Despair
Definition of DESPAIR
: to lose all hope or confidence
Synonyms: despond, lose heart
Antonyms: brighten, cheer (up), perk (up)
I would like an antonym day, please!
: to lose all hope or confidence
Synonyms: despond, lose heart
Antonyms: brighten, cheer (up), perk (up)
I would like an antonym day, please!
April 21, 2011
Priorities...
Baseball game #2 is going to have to wait. I am chosing margarita's, a designated driver and 80's music over baseball. Getting excited for the Glass Cactus tomorrow night :) The hard part will be getting up for spinning on Saturday morning.
April 20, 2011
Baseball
I have a goal of 10 baseball games this season...Opening Day was a good start. I am thinking Friday night for the Royals might be #2. I struggle with over scheduling my weekends and never feeling rested. I will just need to make sure i give myself time for a nap on Saturday!
April 4, 2011
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