Wednesday, November 24, 2010

First of the Week

Hello everyone!  First I want to let you know that I had a wonderful evening Friday. Thanks for all the suggestions.  I tried to work everything into one evening so I had a glass (or two) of wine, crocheted some Christmas gifts and watched the "Man Shops Globe" shows that I had recorded.  Have you ever watched that show?  It's on the Sundance Channel and is about Keith Johnson.  He's the "Buyer at Large" for my FAVORITE store, Anthropologie.  He travels all over the place and finds all the beautiful and unique items that decorate and are sold in the stores.  He has my dream job. *Sigh*  After looking at all the beautiful places he goes and things he buys, I went to bed at 10:00 pm and feel asleep reading a smut novel.  It was perfect!

Saturday we got up early and headed up to Virginia to the Virginia International Raceway, also known as VIR. The Porsche Club was having a driving event so that everyone gets a chance to play Speed Racer. Since our car isn't ready yet, we went up to observe.

Car Guy and Number One Son had a great day.  They were able to see a lot of unique cars and meet people that were also car lovers.  Car Guy also got to talk to some very experienced people that were a wealth of information for the restoration of our car. 

Number One Son was busy taking pictures all day.  Here are a couple of cars he liked:
What a colorful paint job!

Aren't the teeth great!
I also had a great time.  I was a little concerned about being bored, so I took my crochet with me.  I figured I'd be the only one there crocheting.  But I was so pleasantly surprised to sit down with the group from the Carolina Region PCA and meet Robin, BJ and Valie.  Robin was working on a crocheted blanket that BJ designed.  I had such a wonderful afternoon talking with these woman while the hooks flew. It was a very enjoyable time spent with like minded women. Who'd of thunk?

As we were leaving the race track to head back home the moon was coming up over the trees.

Sunday was spent quietly at home recovering from a day away from home in the sun. My nose was a little pink!

Last night had my nerves stretched tight.  We had the first wrestling match of the year.  When your son wrestles, that is the longest, most intense six minutes of your life.  Here are some pictures from Number One Son's match - He's the one in the Black and Green:

Come on, work it!

Hold onto him!

Get him on his back!
UGH!  This whole process is enough to send a mother over the edge!  I'm a nervous wreck the whole time.  You can always tell when a woman's child is wrestling.  Just look into the crowd and find the woman with the most intense, worried glare and that would be her.  She may be the most polite, dainty, ladylike woman you've ever met, but wait until her son is on that mat.  She will become the fiercest and loudest woman ever - screaming like a crazy person...PIN HIM!!  Because that is HER BABY!  A male friend once said that people "don't mess with the Mommas" at wrestling matches and tournaments...We're just a little intense.

Here's Number Two Son watching intently - so cute! He didn't get to wrestle last night because he didn't have an opponent on the other team in his weight class.

The rest of this week will be crazy busy.  We have Thanksgiving on Thursday, shopping on Friday (am I insane?!?!) and then Saturday we will be gone all day at a wrestling tournament.....Hopefully, I'll be able to show some winning pictures!

I hope everyone has a wonderful Thanksgiving!  I have so much to be thankful for...Car Guy, My Boys, my Sainted Mother, the rest of my family and friends, my job and all my blog friends!  Thanks so much for enriching my life by allowing me into yours!

Friday, November 19, 2010

What To Do?

I'm a little bemused.  Tonight, Car Guy and Number One Son are going to the Duke basketball game.  Number Two Son is having a friend sleep over, so he'll be occupied.  I'll be free and clear for a few hours to do WHATEVER I WANT?!?!  Now I'm trying to decide.  I have TONS of laundry that needs to be done and I do have to stay at home so the boys have some supervision....but who wants to do laundry on a Friday night? Not me.  I'll also have the remote control all to myself.  I can watch anything on TV that I want to....maybe I'll have a chick flick marathon, while I work on my crochet projects.  Maybe I'll get the completed projects blocked.  Maybe I'll read a smut novel while eating way too much chocolate while having a glass of wine...Hmmm.  Oh the possibilities!  Any suggestions?

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Not Enough Time!

Where does the time go?  I only asked because I noticed that one of my neighbors actually has a Christmas Tree up.  What?  Did I miss Thanksgiving?  Oh, I hope not because I'm really looking forward to that L Tryptophan nap caused by the Turkey and all the other wonderful food. I'm also looking forward to the Craftsman's Fair and, dare I say it, completing most of my Christmas shopping.....gasp! You know my Sainted Mother always told me to dream big.....and finishing my Christmas shopping early is a real big dream.

I'm afraid that life is going to be getting very busy here.  Both of The Boys are on the wrestling team this year and the season is starting to gear up.  The first match is next week and then it will be non stop - matches during the week and tournaments on the week ends.  Add the holidays to that and I'm going to be busier than a one armed paper hanger.  I'll try not to bore everyone with pictures of The Boys at their wrestling matches - Two wrestlers, twice the long as I can remain calm enough to take them.  I have a tendency to get a little antsy when they wrestle.  Please note - This is Number One Son pinning his opponent, not rolling around on the mat.  This picture is also a couple of years old.  He's grown so much since then.

So please bear with me.  I haven't dropped off the face of the earth.  And please continue to come by because I do enjoy the visits!

Friday, November 12, 2010

Veterans' Day - a day late, but still sincere

'Nuff said.  A heart felt thanks to all the veterans out there - Friends, Family and Strangers - that allow me to have the privileges I have.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Seventeen Years Ago

Seventeen years ago today my life irrevocably changed.  After thirty-six hours of intense back pain, I managed to produce the most beautiful, stubborn, kind hearted, sarcastic, intelligent, red headed babies ever. He was born sunny side up, with his eyes wide open and he was looking right at me.  At that moment, even though I felt like I'd been hit by an eighteen wheeler, I also felt like I could take on the world and win.

He has grown up entirely too fast. He started out as a chunky little rolly polly baby with the sweetest smile.  As he's grown, he has maintained that sweet smile even though his face has lost it's roundness.  He went from grabbing my legs for balance to standing tall and spreading his wings. He has given me some of my brightest moments.  He has made me feel so powerful.  He has scared the life out of me and made me feel so humble. He's part of the reason I get up every day and do what I do.  He's enriched my life and broken my heart just by being a part of it.  I can truthfully say that this is one of the best things I've ever done. Happy Birthday Baby!  I love you and always remember, no matter how big you get, how old you get or how far away life may take you, you will always be my baby.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Oh! The Shame!!

I can't believe I'm admitting this.  It's rather embarrassing. Particularly for a southern woman.  You see, we pride ourselves on our cooking.  Even in these modern times, it's important.  I can make fried chicken.  I make really good gravy.  I'm a good cook.  That's not vanity. It's just that I've cooked enough meals and received enough compliments to know this. one has died...yet.  But that could all change.  It doesn't seem to matter how many times I try, one item still defeats me.....I can't tell you how much this hurts......I can't make biscuits.  I don't know why.  Car Guy and The Boys have weathered every attempt, and there has been some good natured (and not so good natured) ribbing.  But my biscuits are *cringe* hockey pucks in disguise.  They should be registered as a lethal weapons.  One biscuit across the ol' noggin and you will be down for a couple of hours, at least.  It's so embarrassing, I'm dieing here.  I was raised on biscuits and gravy.  It's in my blood, but evidently, not in my skill set.  Is there anyone out there who can help me?

I've made stew for dinner.  It's cooked all day, so it will be really yummy.  The house smells amazing and maybe, there will be enough to soak the biscuits in....So this is my plea....I'm begging for an intervention....someone save my family from this shame...and run to the store for some Pillsbury biscuits before someone breaks a tooth!!!