1) Today is daughter Veronica's birthday! Happy Birthday Sweetie!!! Thank you so much for not only loving my son, but contributing to the silliness and sarcasm around here. We would be seriously diminished without your valuable contributions in the sly aside department. Perhaps most families don't appreciate the excellent laugh as much as we do, but we treasure you for it.
Veronica is an incredibly loving mother to our Kitty, which has to be a bit of a trial at times as the Kitty is just as stubborn and relentless as her Daddy. Veronica has a huge capacity to love and it shows with the way she has embraced her husband's siblings and at times, fiercely taken them and their trials, setbacks, and triumphs as her own. I especially appreciate her in those times because she's so relentless in her support and/or outrage. The relentlessness doesn't just come from Daddy, after all.
She has taken us all into her heart and it is a blessing. I hope we bless her at least as much as she blesses us. And I'm not just talking about her insane court-side behavior, although that is most excellent. She brings passion to every sport and she's dead serious about the no whiner rule. What's not to love?
2) Basketball tonight. Willard's game was good, but not overly exciting. In excellent news, the boys finally figured out how to beat the press and amazingly, it was what their coach had been telling them to do all along. Great job, coach! Also excellent, only half as many turn overs this game, which means... Put one in the win column!
In funny news, Willard actually dribbled the ball between the opponent's legs and came out on the back side with the ball. Yes, Willard. I have NO idea why he was taking the ball down the court, what with his not so mad dribbling skillz, but he was and he did. Go figure.
Vision cheered the JV on to victory this evening and she looked just as perky and enthusiastic as she possibly could. We all helped her do the motions and wave the spirit fingers from the stands and I'm sure she was thrilled with all our help. As any 17 year-old girl would be, of course.
I'm really surprised how few parents actually show up for the games, whether their children are cheerleaders or players. I mean, seriously, it's your kid. What's so important that it makes your kid expendable? Nothing, actually, but I guess they'll find that out later when there isn't anything they can do to fix it. Sad, that.
3) My kids are always goofing on me because I tell them the same story over and over, but in my defense, I have five kids and I can't remember who I told. I want to make sure everyone gets the memo. As quickly as they'll laugh when I tell that story they've heard one hundred times, one will turn, frown, and say, "You didn't tell me that!"
So when I quipped to MrG last night on the phone, "Hangin' out with the dry cows tonight?" Veritas had no clue.
It seems someone missed the skinny on the dry cows. In the evening, the cows needing to be milked don't need to be rounded up and herded to the barn, they show up voluntarily and early because they have full to bursting udders and are looking for relief. Not so those dry cows, who have no milk and thus no reason to come to the barn as the sun is fading. They stay out all night long. The dry cows are the party 'til the cows don't come home bovines and a call to the sheriff could be involved in the evening.
When I was a teenager, MaMa would poke fun at anyone who came home late by saying, "Hanging out with the dry cows?"
After she explained it to me, I pictured the dry cows out in the pasture, doing Lord knows what all, but certainly getting up to no good as they ditched their milk producing responsibilities and proceeded to pal around with that young upstart bull next fence down, until all hours! I imagined nothing but trouble hangin' with the dry cows and, of course, that was MaMa's point. Stay away from the dry cows. They don't have the sense to come home at a reasonable hour.
It occurs to me the dry cows may be like the feminists in this day and age, but it's late and I'll have to explore that meme another day. Otherwise, I'll really be hanging out with the dry cows.
4) President Obama. I hope I am so wrong about him I'm embarrassed and must apologize. After all, I love this country. Unfortunately, I don't think I'm wrong.
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