Under wraps

I love to talk and write about my kids. They are so much to me. The little rugrats amaze, frustrate, aggravate, and thrill me all the time. But, I just read some stuff that makes me think I have to be more careful when referring to them online. So, I made some changes here, including just calling them "boy" and "girl" to help keep them safe.

Memorial Weekend

It's been kind of slow around here. Eddie is on nights, so he is sleeping days and we're just hanging around the house a lot. We did end up at a barbecue at Todd's house last night. Poor Ed. We got to invite right as he was leaving for work last night. I felt so bad that we got to go have fun and he had to spend another 12 hours at "Sh*tech." Both kids were very good. The boy swam in the pool and the Girl played in a toy car. She was not whiny, clingy , and she ate her dinner. She even hung out with the big kids in Austin's room a little bit. Before she would always get into whatever they were building ,but last night she just sat on the bed and looked at books. Finally, maybe both kids are growing up to a point that I can relax a little.

The First Days of Summer

So far we are making it. We bought the kids a pool, but they have yet to get in it. When we filled it last week, the city was having one of their 'harmless brown tap water' days. It was really off-colored, and looked very unappealing. In the course of trying the correct the high iron content (per the pool store's instructions) we really messed up the damn thing. Had way high chlorine, very low ph, and today's new feature was cloudy water. So tonight we drained it and will start over. Hopefully the kids will finally have a chance to swim.

My brother and nephew visited this past weekend, and we had a fun day out with our boys. Dad took us all fishing on the river, and we caught a bunch of croakers. You can't eat those, but 5-year-olds don't care about that. My dad was finally getting to do what he has wanted to do since he found out he was having grandsons; get everybody out to fish. Later we pigged out at CiCi's Pizza. I am not a big pizza fan since my days in the kitchen at Domino's, but I enjoyed it on Satuday.

I survived my trip to the dentist yesterday, my least favorite place on earth to visit. I would seriously rather go to the gynecologist than the dentist. I have to go back for a minor filling next week. Made appointments for the kids this summer.

The boy did really well in Tae Kwon Do last night. The teacher had him demonstrate a couple of moves, and he seemed so focused and confident. Tonight he was showing me some kicks, and yesterday he was talking about getting his black belt. I hope we can work out the finances to keep him in it.

The Girl is finally getting old enough to let me pamper her girly-style. Yesterday I trimmed her hair while she watched Baby Einstein. Today I painted her toenails a pearly shade of carnation pink. I asked her if she wanted her toes painted, and she hopped right up on the couch and waited for me.

My first concert was Powerstation at the Southern Star Ampitheater when I was 13 years old. I thought I was the ultimate in coolness in my red lace fingerless gloves, red lace headband, acid washed jeans, and high heels.

A short time later, I somehow had the chance to see Foreigner at the Summit with my brother Brian and his friend Bryan. Our dad was cool about letting us do stuff on school nights. It was not a problem as long as we did not give him any crap about going to school the next day. I felt so grown-up that I was getting to do something in Houston with my big brother and a friend. I was excited about going, but annoyed that I had no money for a concert t-shirt. It just wasn't going to be good if I did not have the shirt to wear to school the next day. I bitched a lot about it, but Dad still did not give me any money.

Dad dropped us off in front of the venue and we went in. It was a great show from what I remember. The two guys bought their shirts and I pouted. When it was over, we went out to wait for Dad. The massive crowds walked to the garage and found their cars. We were alone just waiting.

A group of guys approached. I don't remember how many there were. However, I clearly recall the feeling that something BAD was about to happen. These dudes were not going to just walk past us. Soon there was a scuffle. They ripped the shirts right off of my brother and Bryan. The binoculars went too.

Dad pulled up in his silver Dodge Ram soon after. I don't remember what exactly what he had to say. Really, I think he was in the extremely quiet pissed off mode. He was of course angry with the thugs, and probably angry with himself for dropping us off. I cried all the way home. I did not go to school the next day, because I was just tired from being so upset.

I know somebody pulled a knife on the guys, and somebody got punched too. Brian could probably set me straight on that.

I no longer cared that I did not get a shirt.

So I watched it

Brokeback Mountain was kind of dark and depressing. I don't know what I was expecting from a movie about tormented people. One of the characters had a couple of baby girls. There were quite a few scenes where both kids were crying. Just seemed like they were all miserable. I think I will get a comedy next time.