I Got Nothin'

The most action I've seen involving The Man in quite some time. And, of course, it is action involving him handling balls of some sort...

I haven't posted in a while and I'm here to post again as directed by my neighbor and friend, Katie. Hold on...here it goes...

My back hurts. I think I strained it getting out of an inner tube on the Lazy Fucking River yesterday. So much for relaxation. We are all sunburned to some degree. You'd think I'd have this mothering thing down now after 12+ years, but no...Nolan's ears are crispy, Nat's shoulders are a shade of pink I don't think I've ever seen occur in nature and my chest looks like Magda's from Something About Mary. (Um, don't click if you're squeamish--or at work.) Nice.

Nolan got a hair cut. It's so freakin' cute. I'll post a photo when I get a chance what with all the hurt back, sunburn and all...

Natalie plays soccer too much. I'm starting to hate soccer. And the World Cup too? Really? Right now? Sheesh...

Just finished Twilight and started New Moon. Natalie and I read it together at night and try to stay awake as long as possible in order to enjoy it fully. We are totally TEAM EDWARD. Sometimes we only read a couple of pages before it's lights out and I make her wait until we are finished with the book before we see the movie. I'm always way behind schedule on these trends, so please don't tell me what happens, mmm-k? Thanks.

The Man is travelling a bit this summer. First, Sao Paulo, Brazil then to Pune, India. No plans for a vacay right now 'cause we don't know when he's available to go with us. Fun. The kids and I should just go somewhere ourselves, no?

Last week was stressful. Not only am I dealing with a kid in full-blown puberty and a girl who gets a bit moody and messy, but sometimes, I swear, my husband gets dumber as the years go by. I'm serious. Do you ever feel like you are the only one in the house who can make a good decision or actually know what needs to be accomplished in an evening/day/week/month? Sorry, but Man, you know exactly what I mean. But last week I also got some very sad family sort of news about my niece. Here's the long and short of it: smart, impressionable 16 year old girl--20-something dude, a few years later, he's no longer a child molester and he can legally manipulate her into getting hitched while ditching her 4.0 brilliant-ness and family who loves her all so she can play house and bond with rusted-out trailer dwellers. Can you say "Underachiever of the Century"? All of this under a blanket of lies. I'm returning the birthday gifts I never sent her. So there. Nanny-nanny boo-boo. Sadness. And did I mention that said former child molester is moving her across the country? She's 19 too, by the way...

I rejoined facebook under new terms I have bestowed upon myself: block many, delete more, and don't.go.there. Friend me if ya wanna be bored to death.

Ahhhhh...summer.