An Iowa Mom

Pits

Well ... we lost our first game today and now we are home.

It was a good game. 

Dag Nab-bit.

2 to 1. 

Piss-buckets.

We left 2 guys on base in the last inning.

It was the pits.

Worse than sitting on an airplane in the middle seat between two old men with sweaty, stinky arm-pits. 

Yeah ... worse than that!  Can you imagine?

And I have a pit in my stomach that it's all over. 

Isn't it kinda sad that we live for this stuff?

HA!  We have such fun.  Every single stinkin' one of us.

What will we do with our time now?

We're already looking forward to next year ... and then Drew will be playing too.

Yes, we are NUTS ... maybe even beyond nuts ...

and proud of it.

Sorry To Disappoint ...

but even though Big Daddy bought me a new camera, I failed to take pictures today at the tournament.  And call me superstitious ... but I probably won't tomorrow either ...

because we played FABULOUS.

Well, all except for the last game ... but we managed to pull it out of our butts and win. 

Hey, whatever works, right?

RIGHT?

So ... get this ... we are ...

out of 27 teams (I think) ...

The ...

Number ...

ONE SEED

going into the championship bracket for tomorrow.

Holy Bajeeezers!  We are so excited.

And proud of our boys.

They've worked so hard ... and this is so well deserved. 

And this is only the beginning ... because we have a full day tomorrow of games ...

and hopefully I'll be posting tomorrow with 

GREAT NEWS!

Granny is really working her magic up there, isn't she?  :)

Good News ... And Bad News ... Then Good News Again

Good News = Jake's neck is doing great ... after ICE ICE ICE.  We did heat and it actually got worse.  Thank you for your advice on ice ... worked wonders in this case.  I wish I could thank you all individually, but tonight ... I just don't have the time.  Wish I did.  So THANK YOU!

Bad News = After driving 2 and a half hours, checking into the hotel, wrestling four children into said hotel along with luggage, entertaining these children who are apparently mine, then driving another 30 minutes to the ball park, warming up on pins and needles wondering if Jake's neck will continue to feel good.  Visit the concession, purchase some popcorn, get situated, with Molly, on the bleachers at 5:58pm to hear ... "ALL SIX O'CLOCK GAMES ARE CANCELED DUE TO BAD WEATHER MOVING INTO THE AREA."  Yeah ... that's a bummer.  I had better words for it ... but this is a family friendly blog.  Shit.  Damn.  Fart. 

Good News = There is an Outback Steakhouse two blocks from our hotel.  Can you say Filet?  Medium Rare.  Baked Potato.  Salad.  Okay ... I already ate and my mouth is watering ... AGAIN.

More Bad News = Big Daddy got a call during dinner that he lost his grandmother.  Granny.  Of course this put a damper on the evening, and we were all very sad.  Granny was a spitfire that was sharp as a tack for all of her 92 years.  We'll miss you Granny!

So, Big Daddy's trip will be cut short so that he can make the 9-10 hour drive back to his home of New Albany, Indiana to say goodbye to his grandmother.  And while we wish we could join him, the rest of us will stay here and let Jake ride out his chance at winning the state tournament, but we'll be thinking of Granny ... and knowing that she's now up in heaven rooting Jake on.

Pay It Forward Friday - #4

Okay!  SO WHAT?  I forgot it last week, but Pay It Forward Friday is here today!  Whooo Hooo.  I know that you all will be jumping at the bit to take part.

YOU BETTER!

And if you're not ... how dare you let me down like that?  How much more can a mother take?  Don't you know what I'm going through? Oh wait, that's Jake ... but a mother always feels her child's pain ... right?

SERIOUSLY.  How hard is it?  Come on ... make my day.

Copy my little form below and fill it in with one of your favorite blogs.  I know you can do that.  Really ... you don't fool me.  YOU CAN DO THIS!  HERE'S HOW!

So, here goes:

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• URL To That Blog: http://wipingupsnot.com/
  
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• Here Is A Post I Enjoyed:  Any post, really.  They're all good!

Come on, join us for PAY IT FORWARD FRIDAY!  HERE'S HOW!

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Have Fun!  And when you comment on their blogs, be sure to let them know how you found them.

Need Your Help ... Again

Okay ... there is always something with me and my family, isn't there?  We can't be normal and boring.  Well, we might be boring ... but we are definitely not normal.  That I can tell you with confidence.

So, it should really come as no surprise when I tell you that I have a problem.  Do you want to see it?

Yeah, that's Jake.  And his hair is not the problem.  Well, not THIS problem anyway.

See that heating pack of sorts on his neck?  Somehow he managed to sprain it (can you sprain a neck?) or something yesterday. 

Wanna know how?

Of course you don't.  But you should know me well enough to know that I'm going to tell you anyway.  And if you even try to click that little "x" in the right hand corner of your screen, I will put a curse on you.  A curse that will immediately transform your life ... into MINE!

There, that should keep you reading.

So, how Jake hurt his neck.  Yeah.  Adjusting his goggles.  That's how he did it.

Actually I know exactly what he's going through.  I've done it myself a few times.  You know when you turn your neck fast, in just the right way, that pain that shoots up and then you can't move your neck?  For days. 

I think that's what he did.

No big deal right.  The kid will just hang out on the couch and watch TV for the next couple days ... and it will pass.  PIECE OF CAKE.

NOT!

We leave tomorrow for his STATE BASEBALL TOURNAMENT.  In Des Moines.  The one we he has been looking forward to since practice began in JANUARY. 

He has cried most of today.  I don't know if it's out of pain or frustration.  But it doesn't really matter ... it hurts a mother's heart just the same.

What can I do to help?  We did ice for 24 hours after he did it.  Then on to the heating packs and Tylenol. 

Any other ideas?

I'll Tell You Mine, If You Tell Me Yours

There are some pretty nasty storms going through the area right now ... and I thought I'd share with you a little tidbit of information ...

I HATE STORMS!

Sorry about that!

I didn't mean to me so 'in your face' about it ... but ...

I HATE STORMS!

You've got your people who wait for 'em.  Yearn for 'em.  Love 'em.  Live for 'em. 

Yeah ... those crazy people ...

Like Big Daddy ... not me.

And Big Daddy doesn't have a blog ... because he's not as cool as me.  So you can't read about how awesome storms are in Iowa.  SORRY!

So, I sit here looking out the window ... at some ugly clouds, wondering what will become of them ... which will probably be nothing ... but still ...

I wonder.

What are your "storm" stories?  And I promise, if you tell me yours ... I'll tell you mine.

Smarter Than I Thought

The girls and I were talking about something yesterday ... and I can't remember what.  Probably because I'm getting old and my memory just doesn't serve me the way it used to.  Either that, or it's the beer that I drink and is killing all those brain cells.  Does that cause you to lose your memory?  I know that one could black out and lose their memory temporarily when they consume too much beer, but I don't know that first hand ... people have just told me.  So, I don't know ... maybe we'll just say I'm getting old ... so I don't recall what exactly the girls and I were talking about yesterday.

Whew, I always take the long road around things, don't I?  I am surprised you all still read.

ANYWAY, whatever it was that we were discussing, I made mention that it was a "pain".  And the following conversation took place:

Emily:  What's a pain?

Molly:  It's that thing in Mommy's butt that she always has because of us.

HONEST TO GOD, she said that.  She's a lot smarter than I thought she was at age 3.