Internet Issues That The One Who Was Messing With It Said He Didn't

It happened again, not so deliberately, but enough that I took notice.  Even the parents on the opposing team had yelled, "Keep it clean out there!" when Nando'd taken another huge hit.  The ref, a former Marine, who has often butted heads with my older hot-headed sons, was extremely fair in watching out for Nando, and in penalizing the other team.

Again Nando's team won, but only because he again scored the only two goals kicking with his left foot.  He is one of the smallest on the team, one of the youngest, but he has singlehandedly scored 95% of all their goals this year.

The last hit took him out of the game, the staff member driving the golf cart drove him to the van after they iced his knee.  This time Nando was crying, and I was steaming.

This is rec soccer folks, don't go after my son.

I'm formulating an email in my head to send to the park staff.  It's probably a good thing that we didn't have Internet this morning, giving me time to cool down first.  We still don't have Internet, I'm over at Sarah's house.

Allen chose Plato's Closet again for his birthday shopping event, choosing some dozen items of name brand clothing - Hollister, Abercrombie, etc - totaling up to $104.00.  We applied a 20% discount coupon, walking out for $84 bucks, probably the original cost of these 12 items would've been close to $600.  The manager, a lovely young lady named Erin, had shown me an app I could use to access coupons there. How cool was she?  The app is CampuSpecial, but I also had a rewards card from his last birthday.

"How does your mom afford to dress you all so well?" my high schoolers get asked frequently, as if it's anyone's business.

"She's really good with money management," they generally reply.

Oh puhleeze, who in this county hasn't seen me at Goodwill, yard sales, thrift stores, and/or receiving bags of clothes from people?

Martin, almost 19, and Allen, 17, are in the same math class, and Martin was dogging Allen yesterday about, "Which familyicecream are you gonna chose?'

They went back and forth regarding flavors, but they'd both kept referring to it as the one word familyicecream, which is what the birthday kid gets to choose for everyone as we've OD'd on cakes over the years, unless someone like Sarah or Yolie has time to make one from scratch.

Finally all the other eavesdropping kids in their class asked, "What the heck is familyicecream?"  Neither Martin nor Allen knew how to explain it, as they told me later.  Didn't I just do so adequately?  Can't they?

Within the space of two minutes at the grocery sore, two different pretty girls had requested me to , "Tell CW 'Hi!' for me," as if CW gives a good cahoot.  Michael is teaching him to hunt and to shoot a gun after first checking if that'd be OK with me.

This vegan admires those who hunt or grow their own meat.  I'm not a card carrying PETA person although I love animals.  As I worked yesterday amongst my antique roses, getting 'em all ready for winter with a mongo bucket load dose of compost each, plus all the leaves and pine straw I bring home from the curbs of others, Mr Mike was firing a shotgun maybe 100 yards away, of course in the other direction.

My elderly chow-lab mix, very sweet dog, Lizzie, at some 70 pounds was desperately trying to get in my lap, terrified of the loud noises, making it tough to get my chores done.

These wonderful, care-free roses will bloom until mid-December.

Two soccer games last night, I got to hold Mateo, Vanessa's youngest child, while JoJo entertained Evelyn with his falling down clown antics.  Evelyn is pictured in Sabrina's arms.  Vanessa and Mayra are in the first photo, the rest are of the baby...and my 17 year old baby boy, Allen.