but maybe only for today. The random is backing up in my brain. Stacy is still our hostest with the mostest.
-> I'm pretty sure my boss is "that" parent. Yesterday morning he was talking about how he gives his kid tips on his baseball game that undermine what the coach is trying to teach. Sometimes, when it's something he thinks is really important, he approaches the coach. When I coached, I hated those parents. If it's not a safety concern you have two choices. 1) Shut your mouth. 2) Coach the team your self. That's it. That poor coach doesn't get paid to try to wrangle 15 8 year olds into playing a decent game of baseball. And you can bet he's got 14 other dad's who think they know what's best, too. I refrained from telling him all this. I like my job.
-> PB and I have found our new guilty pleasure. Top Shot. It's a show where they invite 16 people who shoot things (either for sport or professionally- it's a good mix) to compete against each other. Hand guns, bow and arrows, hatchets, we've seen them send all manner of weapon at these targets. I know, it's redneck. It's just how we roll.
-> LG is addicted to "little guys". Lego men, specifically. I have decided I can not play with him when he wants to play with his "little guys". Because he and I don't play the same way. He takes the guys apart and puts them back together all helter skelter. Sometimes the parts fall off the table, and we have to go retrieve them. I like to have all the guys together the way they came advertised. The hockey guy gets a stick, skates and a helmet. Never does he get the light saber in my world. In LG's world? The Civil War soldier sports a neon pink mohawk and carries jack hammer. It kills me. When he loses parts, I get frustrated. PB says, "Let it go. They're not your little men. He has to deal with the fact that his guy only has one skate now, not you." Easy for him to say. He plays the same way as LG. Harrumph.
-> Ever realize that all the "projects" you've been putting off take about 20 minutes when you actually go to do them. Sigh. Now that the weather has sort of broken, PB and I are doing all the little stuff to get our yard someplace that won't look like the Beverly Hillbillies. It's a lot of 20-30 minute projects, and they've all piled up. Yuck.
Time to go act like I give a furry rats pjs. Woo hoo! Go team.