Last post for today...I promise.
I can't finish out the day without posting on Gerald Green. Gerald Green signed a LOI to play of Oklahoma State, but then he decided to go pro instead and signed an agent.
On behalf of the Oklahoma State fan base, may I just say...
I think it's hilarious that you weren't the first high school draft pick. I think it's even MORE hilarious that you weren't even number two. And I am absolutely giddy that Joey Graham went before you.
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, you traitor! Doggin' my 'Pokes like that!
(Did I mention that I don't think anyone should be able to be a professional athlete (MBA, NFL, NASCAR Nextel, MLB, etc.) unless you will be 21 before the calendar year is over?)
GO POKES!
Tuesday, June 28, 2005
A touch of Cinderella
I remember my college roommate and my best friends comments about me when I set about to clean. My idea of cleaning is more like a spring cleaning (although I could eliminate this by doing it more often--tee hee!). I didn't own a mop, but now that I am a mom, I have a Swiffer WetJet. But still to this day, I prefer to clean a floor by getting on my hands and knees with a scrub brush and rag and scrub the floor. I'm absolutely mad I tell you.
What prompts this post? Well, tonight I made up my mind I was cleaning the bathroom. I started at 8, and at 9:30 as I sit and type this post, I am still not completely finished, but I have retired for the night due to exhaustion. The sink and toilet are scrubbed; the tub is as well but there are still a few areas that I need to get a Magic Eraser after that I decided can wait until tomorrow evening. I have also put off sweeping and scrubbing the bathroom floor until tomorrow.
This cleaning episode also consisted of:
(1) cleaning M's step stool
(2) throwing away old bath toys and putting the new ones in the shower bag
(3) throwing away the bath mat and making a note on the need to buy list to buy a replacement
(4) throwing out the old magazines that were in there
(5) checking shampoo, conditioner, and shaving cream bottles and throwing away ones that are low or empty that haven't made it to the trash yet
(6) cleaning the glass
(7) clearing off the vanity
So, Tanner, you can see I haven't changed. I would have continued cleaning tonight if I wasn't getting tired and getting hot. The backache I was getting from bending over scrubbing didn't help either.
Well, I'm off to empty the dryer so I can start a load of darks in the washer and move them to the dryer tomorrow morning.
*Disclaimer: In no way does the title of this post indicate that I do everything around here because I don't. B cooked dinner tonight and did the dishes and unloaded the dishwasher. He also has kept M corraled while I cleaned. It's all about give and take.
What prompts this post? Well, tonight I made up my mind I was cleaning the bathroom. I started at 8, and at 9:30 as I sit and type this post, I am still not completely finished, but I have retired for the night due to exhaustion. The sink and toilet are scrubbed; the tub is as well but there are still a few areas that I need to get a Magic Eraser after that I decided can wait until tomorrow evening. I have also put off sweeping and scrubbing the bathroom floor until tomorrow.
This cleaning episode also consisted of:
(1) cleaning M's step stool
(2) throwing away old bath toys and putting the new ones in the shower bag
(3) throwing away the bath mat and making a note on the need to buy list to buy a replacement
(4) throwing out the old magazines that were in there
(5) checking shampoo, conditioner, and shaving cream bottles and throwing away ones that are low or empty that haven't made it to the trash yet
(6) cleaning the glass
(7) clearing off the vanity
So, Tanner, you can see I haven't changed. I would have continued cleaning tonight if I wasn't getting tired and getting hot. The backache I was getting from bending over scrubbing didn't help either.
Well, I'm off to empty the dryer so I can start a load of darks in the washer and move them to the dryer tomorrow morning.
*Disclaimer: In no way does the title of this post indicate that I do everything around here because I don't. B cooked dinner tonight and did the dishes and unloaded the dishwasher. He also has kept M corraled while I cleaned. It's all about give and take.
You big ol' meanie!
M & I stopped at Wally this morning on our way out of town to see if we could find a decent yellow rose for my sorority sister that just had a baby girl. There weren't any of decent appearance, so I went ahead and picked up a vase. (I'll go down the street to the flower shop and get it there but I'm not paying $6 for a vase, KWIM?). Anyway, I went ahead and got M chocolate milk and a doughnut while we were there (great breakfast, huh?) and proceeded to check out. M was on a roll. He punched the buttons on the card reader several times after I told him not to and turned it away from him, moved him away, etc.
So I really got on to him as we were walking out of the store, and we were walking at the same time as this elderly gentlemen. He was wearing a ballcap with the local VFW branch on it and he just snickered when he heard M declare, "You are just mean, mom."
The guy asked me, "Are you being mean to that boy?" through his laughter.
I smiled back at the gentlemen and replied, "Sir, I'll tell you like I've told him. If I don't get at least one "You're mean." or "I don't like you, Mommy." a day when he is acting like this, I'm not doing my job."
The gentlemen laughed and replied, "God bless you. There should be more parents out there like you."
It made me feel a little better for getting on to M--knowing that I was doing what I am supposed to be doing and that there are individuals out there that agree that it is the right thing.
M was no worse for the wear either. He climbed into his carseat and I buckled him in and he played rocket ship during our commute to town.
So I really got on to him as we were walking out of the store, and we were walking at the same time as this elderly gentlemen. He was wearing a ballcap with the local VFW branch on it and he just snickered when he heard M declare, "You are just mean, mom."
The guy asked me, "Are you being mean to that boy?" through his laughter.
I smiled back at the gentlemen and replied, "Sir, I'll tell you like I've told him. If I don't get at least one "You're mean." or "I don't like you, Mommy." a day when he is acting like this, I'm not doing my job."
The gentlemen laughed and replied, "God bless you. There should be more parents out there like you."
It made me feel a little better for getting on to M--knowing that I was doing what I am supposed to be doing and that there are individuals out there that agree that it is the right thing.
M was no worse for the wear either. He climbed into his carseat and I buckled him in and he played rocket ship during our commute to town.
Monday, June 27, 2005
Disgusting male antics
And so it begins....
Today I was getting M out of the car after I commuted in from T town. Normally he takes off running to the house but today he just stood there next to the door with his back to me.
And then...I heard it....
He passed gas! AT ME! He turned around, cackled, and took off laughing.
So my son tooter-pootered on me. My sweet little boy has officially turned rotten. I came into the house and told B that he needed to discuss appropriate behavior with M and this fell under his area of teaching appropriate behavior. B just laughed and said, "Hey, I didn't teach him that."
Is this where it begins? With two boys, do I have a lifetime of looking forward to antics like this...belching contests, etc.? Our shuttle drive at work didn't hesitate to tell me today that I am going to be outnumbered and wouldn't have a prayer in the world....
HELP!?!?!?
Today I was getting M out of the car after I commuted in from T town. Normally he takes off running to the house but today he just stood there next to the door with his back to me.
And then...I heard it....
He passed gas! AT ME! He turned around, cackled, and took off laughing.
So my son tooter-pootered on me. My sweet little boy has officially turned rotten. I came into the house and told B that he needed to discuss appropriate behavior with M and this fell under his area of teaching appropriate behavior. B just laughed and said, "Hey, I didn't teach him that."
Is this where it begins? With two boys, do I have a lifetime of looking forward to antics like this...belching contests, etc.? Our shuttle drive at work didn't hesitate to tell me today that I am going to be outnumbered and wouldn't have a prayer in the world....
HELP!?!?!?
Saturday, June 25, 2005
A trip to the Frontier
Friday, M, B, Meme, Papa, & I headed to OKC for a day trip. We took M to Frontier City for a day of rides and fun. M had a blast. Of the adult rides that M could ride, I think his favorite was the Prairie Schooner (pirate ship). Of course, of the children's rides, his favorite was the roller coaster. The funniest part of the day was when they all four rode the Rapids. A gentlemen that was standing on the bridge overlooking the rapids with me informed me that the waterfall on this ride, unlike the one at Silver Dollar City, did not turn off. When I heard that, I just knew that B would be soaked. I was right. I think there was only one dry patch on B when he got off that ride. Later on, they rode the log ride, but the wait in line was forever. It turned out that a group of little girls had gotten stuck in the tunnel, which I am told would have been horrible because it is pitch black in there and it stinks to high heaven. The good part about these water rides is that for a quarter, you got to "blast" the ridders as they rode the ride. I meant to get B, which I did, but I hit Meme (my mother-in-law) right between the eyes by mistake. OOOPS! (It really was a mistake Meme! You know I love you!
Here are the pictures I took at the park yesterday. I'm not in any because, of course, preggos can't ride. Bummer, dude!
Frontier City Pictures (including M, B, MeMe & Papa)
I am still in the process of uploading some of the videos so keep checking back, but for now, here is one of M on the kids' swings. He's in the orange muscle shirt and khaki shorts.
Swings
Here are the pictures I took at the park yesterday. I'm not in any because, of course, preggos can't ride. Bummer, dude!
Frontier City Pictures (including M, B, MeMe & Papa)
I am still in the process of uploading some of the videos so keep checking back, but for now, here is one of M on the kids' swings. He's in the orange muscle shirt and khaki shorts.
Swings
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