I wish I had eggs in the fridge.
I love eggs. I don’t buy them often these days because the kids don’t know how to prepare them. Except as French toast. Jordan makes some mad French toast, and I wish I’d remembered that before just now. I’m a little hungry, and I’m just cranky enough to roust her from bed to get her to make some for me. From my lack of preparation, she gets a pass. In our freezer, I found some unwrapped blueberry waffles that taste like butt, so I’m as good as I’m gonna get.
Samantha is trying to become a badass outdoor dog, but she’s a terrible neighbor what with the barking early in the morning and late at night, so sometimes she finds herself spending the night inside in her crate like a little beyotch, which I suppose she is. She quite enjoys the flannel camping blanket lining her crate and the central air conditioning. She is all caught up on Entourage and is working her way through season one of The Wire. It’s a tough life.
I’m taking my blog off the market. With the requisite self-promotion comes a whole lotta drama that offends my INFPensities. It’s not a good fit, the commercialization of my space. That is all.
Want some pictures of my big boy at his very first football game? I know you’ve been waiting.
2nd string at the ready
I think we were already down 0-13 before JA saw any action sometime in the first quarter.
I’m not quite sure what this transaction was all about. I was sitting in the stands away from the conversation. Glad the kid on the left was so helpful, whatever was going on.
Lined up in position having pretty much no idea what was going on, but having a helluva good time.
knocked over
Notice the smile on the face. Ha.
In the NFL, a man on the turf this long would prompt a phalanx of trainers and coaches surrounding and protecting the player. In youth football, that’s just Jon Alex’s way. He kills me.
Living for another day. Or play. They lost 40-something to zip.
Your favorite midnight snack in comments…
Just had Light cookie Dough ice cream. Trying to eat away some anger.
My boy doesn’t start games until after Labor day. God, I love football.
Headless Mom is dying for you to read All There is to Say
I read about your friend’s boy, and I’m sorry for her loss. And, yeah, football is pretty awesome.
mmm i *love* french toast! sorry about the blueberry-waffle-bad-mood. hate it when that happens. the football pictures, though, are priceless! i love when kids chit chat on the field. so, so cute!
JA does more than his share of field chit-chat. But I’ll admit I’m glad he’s making new friends.
We actually had pierogies and hot dogs last night at around 12:20ish. Was there a full moon or what?
Thanks for sharing the football pics…JA looks good in uniform. And that is a spectacular field…ours still has the corn on it.
Christine is dying for you to read Nice is a Bitch
Chris, they were playing in the home team’s local high school stadium. It was very nice, and certainly not built specifically for kiddie ball. Heh.
Sometimes scrambled eggs are just the only thing on earth that will do but my 12 favorite? If I’m awake definitely brownies.
Football games are the one thing we missed out on at our house. I know my husband would have loved to have those kind of pics to show off. The poor thing, surrounded by hormones.
Motpg is dying for you to read Shop Till You DropDown Dead Of Humiliation
Aw, man, brownies would have hit the spot last night, especially with vanilla ice cream. I settled for vodka and a sleep aid.
Ummm….what do you mean taking your blog off the market?!
I swear I’m getting internet @ home soon, I will stop by more regularly. Will u stay?
As far as midnite snacks–i like me my poppies “Otter Pops” and whatever sweet is in the icebox at the time.
Sorry about HM’s friends loss–it has happened to my sister. Z was 11.
Much Lov to ALL!!
Taking my blog off the market simply means I’m no longer interested in commercializing it. No promos, no ads. Just you and me.