*So, this weekend Alec’s basketball team won the bronze medal for their league. I hate losing and all I could think during their game was, “I hate losing. Don’t lose.” Man, I’m such a loser! Isabel’s team lost their game so they walked away with the silver medal. YAY! But get this- they were down 14 to 5 with 1:30 left in the game. Hello- it took them almost the whole game to get 5 points and the other team’s coach calls for a full court press. What?? Not only that, but there was this annoying dad yelling at his daughter on the other team. “Casey!! What are you doing?!?! GET YOUR HEAD IN THE GAME!!!” “Don’t pass like that!!” “Don’t let her past you Casey!” “Move your feet!!” NOTHING positive at all. And he kept trying to get her attention to coach her from the stands. Ok, that is NOT good. If you wanna coach then volunteer. Otherwise, shut up. I just sat there going, “They’re 9. They’re 9. They’re 9.” I think he finally figured out I was talking to him.
Later a girl on our team got fouled, bad, but they didn’t call it. I just said to my mom, “Ooh, that was a foul.” (I don’t yell at refs at rec games.) And the man says, without looking at me, “That wasn’t a foul.” I looked right at him and I said, “When they grab your arm, Yes, it’s a foul.” BRING IT. I sooooo wanted him to say more, but he didn’t. Boring.

*I also took Isabel to the Jonas Brother’s 3-d movie. It was like a 3-D concert. Those 3-D glasses get annoying after a while, but I thought the movie/concert was good! I bought Isabel the soundtrack at the movie theater for an early birthday present and the manager walks out and gives Izzy a GINORMOUS poster to go with her cd. She was stoked!!
*I took a mega-long nap yesterday. And I wasn’t even in my bed. I was curled up on the living room floor with my head against the desk. I was watching Sei hang a ceiling fan and 3. hours. later. I woke up. Apparently Tristan took a picture of me with my phone- sleeping. Isn’t Seiuli so lucky to sleep with me? Atleast my mouth is covered up because I’m sure it was wide open. Sei laid down next to me and slept for an hour- in the living room floor. When we woke up we were laughing because we were trying to think if we ever saw any of OUR parents sleep in the living room floor…

*I slapped Tristan on Sunday. He deserved it. He was putting on a mask like this & harrassing me:

He wrapped himself up in a black sheet, walked into my bedroom and turned off the lite. He just stood there. Scared the crap out of me. Then he ran into my bathroom. Then he came over to the bed where I was studying my medical transcriptionist stuff and just stared at me. And kept moving closer. And closer. And- WHACK!- I popped him on the mask. Oops. So, what does the genius do? He backs up towards my bedroom door and comes CRAWLING at me!!! What the heck? Mask + Crawling = Tori craps pants. He’s so lucky I didn’t kick him in the face. I called Sei in the room and yelled at him- because it’s his fault. If he didn’t crawl at me trying to scare me all the time Tristan wouldn’t do it either.

And that concludes my weekend review.

First things first- Everyone go wish Lauren a very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! She is a woman. She is 21. HAPPY BIRTHDAY non-sister-in-law-that-should-have-been.
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Go see Nobo and congratulate her on her 1st MEAN ANONYMOUS COMMENT. Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss. She said it was her bestest comment evoh- but I beg to differ. I’m pretty sure I leave the bestest comments evoh- always. But that’s ok…
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Y’all are lucky I am able to post. I totally lost my voice last nite yelling at Tristan’s game. (haha- I am so funny.) Anyway… They were up by 9 at half and by the end of the game they were about to lose. We had 3 steals on our press and got us within 1. With like 40 seconds left this kid on our team got fouled. He never makes his freethrows – or any other shot for that matter- but the kid made BOTH of his freethrows to put us up by 1. Anyway… in the end there was 6 seconds left and the other team’s ball. This kid drives and totally shoots his layup over the rim. It didn’t touch anything and our kid rebounded it and…. WE WON!! I was so stoked! Like, psycho-stoked! I turned around to their crowd- who were totally obnoxious btw- and was all like, “Boo- ya!!!” (My poor kids…) But seriously y’all – their crowd was BAD. I don’t like it when the adults are bangin’ on the bleachers tryin’ to make these 13 yr olds miss their freethrows. Not cool.
And so was this kid on their team. His name was “Go Conner!” or maybe just “Conner” but this lady kept yelling “Go Conner!!” I called him “Crybaby” because I am cool like that. He was whining and throwing fits over everything. Granted- the old man ref was kinda lame, but he was lame both ways for the most part. There was this one time when Go Conner was called for a foul. He was stompin’ around and gripin’ and someone yelled, “Horrible call Ref!!” and Go Conner turns around to the crowd and yells, “Amen Brutha!” Amen Brutha? I was embarrassed for him. So, being the mature person I am everytime he started whinin’ I’d start going, “Whaa. Whaa!” like a baby. Later the ref was basically tellin’ him to shut up and I said, “That’s right ref! Give ‘im his paci!” Get it- because babies use pacifiers? I crack myself up.
I’m sorry, but whining and bad sportsmanship on the court is one of my pet peeves. I told Tristan if I ever saw him whining around like that on the court I’d go to his coach and tell him to take him out because obviously it was past his bedtime. I would too and Tristan knows it. I can be obnoxious in the crowd, but I wasn’t EVER on the court. I never even really talked smack. It was more fun to watch the other team get all bent out of shape while I kept shootin’ nuthin’ but net. Anyway… Go Conner’s team lost and I was happy.

I kind of like it when kids act certain ways so I have examples to show my kids. Like there’s this one kid on Alec’s team who is pretty much the wimpiest kid I’ve ever met. My dad, God bless him, is so patient. (Now that he’s coaching his GRANDkid’s team and not mine.) He works with this kid and encourages him to not be wimpy in a nice way. But one time during a time out he was putting this kid in and he said, “Now are you gonna get in there and rebound!?!” like all pumped up and this kid just looked at him like he said it in French. So, my dad said it again, “Are you gonna get in there and rebound?!” and the kid said, “I’m not really that good at jumping and stuff…” Ok MY reaction would have been, “Then take your butt back to the bench.” but my dad said, “The most important thing to THINKING you can do it!! Get in there and tell yourself I CAN REBOUND.” (I am positive if I had told my dad what this kid said when he was coaching ME his reaction would have been, “Then take your butt back to the bench…” but whatev.) After the game I told my kids, “If I EVER hear you tell your coach you don’t think you can do it I will take you home right then and sign you up for chess club. I DO NOT have wimpy kids!! Got that??”

Am I mean?

The same kid fell in a game and limped all dramatic off the court. My dad told him to not sit down and walk it off during 1/2 time so his leg didn’t get stiff. What did Wimp Boy do? He walked over to his mommy in the crowd, sat down and cried. OMGosh. I was DYING. DYING y’all. I don’t do wimpy. I don’t. Ask Sei. I am the most unsympathetic caregiver ever. When Kelsea and Karlea were little EVERYTHING made them cry. They’d fall, a lot, and I’d say the same thing I do with my kids, “Hop back up. You’re ok.” and they were. They were fine. But the minute Daddy got home from work, 5 hours after they fell, they would run to him, crying about their huge “injury.” DROVE ME CRAZY. I think Sei thought I was mean, but I wasn’t. I just wasn’t gonna say, “Oh. Did you get a boo boo? Ooh, let me a waste put a Hello Kitty bandaid on NOTHING!! that massive boo boo. Poor poor poor poor baby!” Not gonna happen. And you know what? Now those girls fall and bounce back up like it’s nobody’s business! I take credit for that. (Not the falling, just the getting up.) I also moved the stool from the potty for them because they didn’t need it, had them stop sleeping in pullups and clean up their own wet sheets which in turn helped to sleep thru the nite without wetting their pants and I showed them they could indeed open the door like their cousin who was 18 months younger than them. I let them try, explore and yes, get skinned knees, and they are awesome and more independent because of it. They just needed someone to not hold their hand in every little thing. I think kids need that. They need someone to tell them to be tough. It’s like Izzy. This is her 1st year playing basketball and when she runs on the court she runs all timid and like something is stuck in her butt. I told her that. I told her, “You can beat all the boys in your class at school. You are so fast and so athletic. So why do you run like a pencil is in your butt on the court?” She didn’t cry. She laughed. And she practiced running hard and being tough. See- she’s not warped. And that didn’t really have anything to do with the wimpy boy on Alec’s team. I am rambling…

So, anyway… I am thankful for wimpy kids, whiney kids, bad teen drivers, etc… that I can point out to my kids and say, “That kind of behavior is not gonna cut it.” So, thank you parents who let your kids act like wimps, babies, etc… so I can show my kids what not to be.
Can I get an “AMEN Brutha!! Sista!!” ????

Or am I mean?

**So… I did it. I went all day yesterday and the day before without a Diet Dr Pepper. It was hard. I cried for a little while on my bed. Yes. I’m a baby. I also felt like sleeping all day- although part of that was because Livie woke up several times during the nite. She’s having poop issues, but that’s another post that I probably shouldn’t write. Anyway… the 1st day I did eventually take 2 Excedrin for my headache. It has caffeine in it, so technically I cheated with the caffeine, but ooooh, it helped. So much. You have to understand that normally I drink probably at least 6 12 oz. glasses of the stuff every day, so I was having serious withdrawl issues. And I didn’t take the Excedrin until the nite. I lasted all day and only took the Excedrin because I thought I was dying. And yesterday I only used 3 ibuprofen around 9 pm. And S is smart to live far away from me- I was a psycho, grumpy bio-tch the 1st day. Everyone & everything annoyed me. It’s weird because I really just want the taste. I miss it. And I find myself wanting to eat more. Not good.

**Moving on… Tristan had another football game last nite. Can I just give a public apology to anyone who was an adult when I was in middle school? I am sorry for being rude, obnoxious, and acting like I have serious mental issues. I was so annoyed with some kids their last nite. One of our players was hurt and a kid in the crowd starts laughing. You know- because that’s HILARIOUS when a kid is hit so hard by 2 linebackers he can’t stand up. Sei and I were both like, “Oh yeah that’s funny…” Then this girl came over to our section and yelled “Vikings rule! Cowboys suck!!” (We are the Cowboys.) I just looked at her and said, “What are you, like 4? Go find your mom.” Soooo annoying. Later Sei got pelted with an M & M by a Viking fan and told these kids that the Viking section was on the other side and if they were gonna be obnoxious and act like trash they needed to sit over there. We’re such old people. “Turn down that music while you’re at it!” Btw- Tdog had 4 tackles. That’s my boy! Sei kept laughing at me because I was like, “He looks so cute when he does that!!” (I love when he’s checking with the ref to make sure he’s not offsides. Soooo cute!) I told Tdog I was gonna bring a big sign that says “My son’s the cutest!!” I just do it to get a reaction from him. My days are boring, so it’s a source of entertainment- Tormenting my teenager. It’s fun.

** My confession booth finally hit 300 posts. Should I leave it available on the sidebar or… ???

** We bought gas for $2.96 a gallon last nite at Kroger. How much is it in your area?? We were stoked because across the street it was $3.19 (which was still 20 cents lower than it had been!) That means it’ll only cost $75 to fill up our Yukon. We might be able to afford half a tank a month.

** Did y’all watch the debate last nite? Yeah, that’s all I’m gonna say about that. But I did post a new little video in my sidebar. I think it’s really good. ——->

Random (or maybe not so random) pic to go with this post:

 

First, let me start off by thanking Klin and Yvonne for the GREAT mail I received in the past week or 2. Nice cards, candy and Webkinz trading cards!! Thank you! It really helped pull me out of the sad and grumpies down in the dumpies.
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Last nite Tristan had a football game. They got their butts kicked, but he played well. He had 3 tackles and they announced his name over the intercom “Brought down by #1, Tristan G____.” Awww yeah! That’s my boy!!
Now, I grew up playing sports so I understand how there’s a time to be serious and if you wanna be good then you have to work hard, etc… And I’m not one of those parents that tell their kid “You were the best one out there!” if they totally sucked it up. I might tell them they were the cutest- but never the best unless it’s true. And if I see something they can improve on, I tell them that too. Like Tristan’s last game I said, “You were sooooo close to gettin’ that guy. If you dove you probably would have had him.” So, this game he dove!! Then he looked up at me and pointed to me like “That one was for you Mom.” Ok- not. He did dive, but he didn’t point to me- his rad coach. Anyway… I also think kids should get out when they play t-ball and I think kids should get cut from teams and I don’t think every chick that wants to be a cheerleader should automatically be one. (Please do not get me started on the crap cheerleaders at Tristan’s school. Soooooo bad. I’m thinking I could make the squad, right now, at my age with my legs and my no air. But whatev.) I do have a point and I’m getting to it…
Last nite we sat by *the* most obnoxious parents. Maybe not *the* most, but pretty darn close. “Go Skyler!!” “Come on Skyler!” “Hit someone Skyler!!” “Nice one Skyler!” “Do something Skyler! I’m paying for this!!” Yes- the dad seriously yelled “I’m paying for this.” And they weren’t saying it like they were encouraging him. They sounded more annoyed and threatening. & they weren’t even sitting in the right section. They were for the other team. I was soooooo annoyed because 1) Skyler wasn’t the only one on the team but they acted like he was the only one who could do anything. 2) All I could think was “Poor Skyler.” The kid obviously has a ton of pressure put on him to be the big football star. He got hit and was hurt- all the coaches and players are taking a knee and waiting to see if he’s ok and all his dad could think to yell was, “GET UP SKYLER!!” So I yelled, “Yeah- because your dad is paying for this!” I don’t think Sei will sit by me the next game…
Don’t get me wrong- I get the whole cheering for your kids thing. I cheer for Tristan all the time, but more like when he does something good or when he’s running on or off the field. “Way to go T!!” “Good job Tristan!” “Get Skyler Tdog!” Kidding… I just thought it was really sad. And what’s even sadder, I think I only heard Skyler’s name on the loud speaker once. Take that obnoxious dad- my son had more take downs than your son. Boo-ya.