DQ’d

The AquaMouse had her swim meet on Saturday. She swam in the medley, did her usual butterfly. Her split time was 29, a personal best  for her.

Then she waited for her next event, the 100 butterfly. Then she found out she was disqualified! Because she did not swim the 50 free, that she did not know she was supposed to swim!

They even got rid of her time in the medley, she said the next best time was 31.

Honey and I have one question. Why do they have to disqualify a swimmer for ALL of their events if they miss one?

We feel very sad for her. All along we have been telling her, go as far as she can go, ride it as long as she can, beat your own times. And she would have. She said they had “fast” water. She might have shaved seconds off her best Fly time.

She would not have advanced to states though. Her previous best Fly time was 1.08, and she said there were girls who were 58, 59. She would not have shaved that many seconds off. But still :(

Oh well. That’s it for this year, and she says she is not swimming next year. Not because she got DQ’d, she has been saying it all along. She says it is too much work, and she has no life. It IS a lot of work, and her social life IS severely curtailed. But she is an asset to her team. They are a better team for her participation, even if she is not their best swimmer.

But, I am going to work on her for the rest of the year. She still doesn’t know how far she can go. She still hasn’t ridden it as far as she can. We still don’t have those end of year final times. The ones in the “fast” water.

No matter what, we are so proud of that little Pool Rat.

Potent Quotable

When a mother saw a thunderstorm forming in mid-afternoon, she worried about her seven-year-old daughter who would be walking the three blocks from school to home. Deciding to meet her, the mother saw her walking nonchalantly along, stopping to smile whenever lightning flashed. Seeing her mother, the little girl ran to her, explaining happily, “All the way home, God’s been taking my picture!” Fear is often caused by our perspective.

Anonymous

Honey Has a Dream

I told you about my dream yesterday.

Today, I’ll tell you about Honey’s dream.

He is dreaming of  a pasta maker.

He keeps telling me that that he wants to get ME one for my birthday, or Chistmas,ect.

This is how he justifies getting something into our house that is a total want, as opposed to a need.

Now, you all know I don’t want a pasta maker. For any kind of holiday. For any kind of reason.

Maybe Santa will bring him a pasta maker for Christmas. And bring me something else. Something that I would like to have.

I Have A Dream

Now that the calendar has flipped over to November, my thoughts, as well as all retail decorations, have turned to Christmas. My thoughts are of one thing. The Christmas Picture.

At the beginning of the year, I was all cocky. Oh, I have all year to get that. Our cousin Lindsay married her honey, Robbie,  in March, and we seriously tried to get a good one. During the summer, it crossed my mind several times, and I tried to get one at a family function where everyone is usually dressed fairly decent.

And now, here it is the beginning of November, and I have no presentable picture for our Christmas card.

There’s still Thanksgiving.

We have a lot going on for the next week, so posting could be spotty.  Have a fun Friday!

Not Much Went As Planned

Remember on Tuesday, when I told you all about how we were going to spend Mousey’s 1/2 day off from school?

We were going to take her glasses to the mall to get them fixed, and have lunch at Sonic, then head over to Value World?

Well, two out of three ain’t bad. At least, that’s what Meatloaf says.

We looked high and low, over hill and dale, in every place we could possibly think of, but we could not find her broken glasses. Now, where could a pair of broken glasses get to? Hopefully they will turn up. Because I am NOT buying another pair right now. She has only had these since June, for goodness sake!  They have to be in our house. Somewhere.

Scratch number one.

Because we did not go to the mall to fix the glasses, we were not by the Sonic. So we still have not had the pleasure of the full Sonic Experience. Perhaps another day.

Scratch number two.

We did eat though. At Panera’s. Where my dining experience was NOT complete, because I did not have a bearclaw. Yes, a bearclaw is all I need to get by. You may be wondering why I did not have a bearclaw. I really don’t know why. Perhaps I was trying to give the false impression that I was adhering to my professed low carb lifestyle. No, that can’t be it, I did eat my bread. Can I just leave it at “I don’t know”?

On a bright note, we did make it to the Value World. Mousey found a whole cart full of stuff. I found 3 books; The Stand by Stephen King for $1.91, The Prophet by Frank Peretti for .80,  and I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron for $1.87, which I must say, looks hilarious. I am gathering that it is about the problems that occur in upper middle age women. I also bought a Willi Smith sweater and another sweater by FieldGear.  For $2.80 and $3.70. I find the Willi clothing is flattering for me. I don’t know what that says about Willi though.

What I really want to understand is the pricing. How do they decide their odd pricing? Is it totally random?

We had a very nice time, even though nothing turned out as we planned. And that, my Friends, is the story of our life.

Way Back When-sday-The Beginning of AquaMouse

Three year old Mousey at our neighborhood pool. She logged a lot of time on those steps.

IMG_0003 (11)

We loved the neighborhood pool so much, we put one in when we moved down the road to our newly built home in 1999.  It was GREAT for years! Now? Not so much. Honey just takes care of it, and no one really goes in it.

This must have been the summer before we moved in, because that is the temporary fence. I’m pretty sure this was the first time we ever swam in it. If you will notice, the small mouse hand pointing the #1 finger. The other kids were holding their fingers up.

IMG_0004 (12)

Here is Honey teaching 4 year old Mousey how to swim, without the floaties. She was fearless with them, and in about 15 minutes, was fearless without them.

IMG_0005 (11)

Ta-Da!

IMG_0007 (7)

She loved being thrown around. From an early age,  she was like a seal in the water.

IMG_0006 (7)

Or a sea monster.

IMG_0008 (5)

I think that Way Back When-sday went swimmingly!

This and That

Our Halloween had several activities going on, but none of them were trick or treat related. Our children have reached the age where this is all but a non-holiday.

Evidently, so have the kids in our neighborhood. We had a grand total of 7 knocking on our door. Maybe our ugly yard scared them away.

Speaking of our ugly yard, the City Sewer Guy called yesterday afternoon to set up another meeting. It will be the week before Thanksgiving. Still praying for that end result.

I wasn’t going to make our traditional Halloween snacks, until The Boy said that they were the best thing about Halloween anymore. Well, how could I resist that? They are SO yummy. Just what Honey and I need. Extra snacks.

030

Thanks to LMNOP for taking the picture. I couldn’t get the flash to work and she is a professional. She also said that she knew  when she came in the house that the plate of cookies was staged for the blob. She’s like a little baby genius.

011

I have been knitting a lot. Halle Berry enjoys napping in the nest-O-scarves.

The AquaMouse was in fine form on Saturday. Her team had their Division meet and they came in first place! She swam 3 events. A 200 medley relay with 3 other girls (her leg was the butterfly), and individual 50 freestyle and 100 butterfly. Her times in the  medley and the Fly qualified her for the Conference meet. Don’t I sound like I know what I’m talking about? I’m totally copying off the schedule paper.

What I do know is, if she does well at this next event, she qualifies for the State Finals! And that would be nothing short of AMAZING!!!! Imagine, our Baby Mouse swimming with the big fish!

She doesn’t think she will qualify, but she didn’t think she would make it this far. We are just so proud of that Fly Girl!

022

This is her cute little stance. She always does it. The other swimmer is getting near her. She is getting READY to dive in!

032

Off she goes! She’s a beast.

Today is that funky election day, so our high schoolers have no school. Mouse said last night that she heard it was because the voters were scared of the highschoolers.When did adults get so wimpy?

As a happy result, The Mouse and I are spending a half day together. She needs to go to the mall to have her glasses fixed. The arm fell off, and I cannot do my usual trick of jamming a toothpick in the hole to extend it’s life. The hole is too small. In all of my 35 years of wearing glasses, I have never encountered this phenomenon. I should have copyrighted it while I had the chance.

Since we will be in the area, a trip to the Value World will be in order. That ought to make her the happiest Mouse in the land.

AND, when Mrs. Schmenkman was here, and we were spending all that quality time together with the other Capri’s, we heard from Capri Patt that there was a new Sonic that had opened where there used to be a Denny’s. And it is RIGHT NEXT DOOR TO THE MALL. I have read many blogs telling of the unimaginable delight that is the Sonic.

I have been to Sonic exactly twice. Once, years ago with my family in Orlando, where they had ice cream, and where I did not, because I was actually embracing my low carb life style  in the correct way. The second time, was when Schmenky was here 2 weeks ago. Capri Patt and The Ab-Cat had ice cream, Schmenk ordered a  sugarfree limeade, that the worker girl did EVERYTHING in her power to switch to a CHERRY limeade, and I had a Diet Coke. With ice. That is one of the things that I have heard ya’ll waxing so poetic about. Supposedly, the ice at Sonic has magical properties.

It was a very good Diet Coke, but I don’t know about all that magical stuff.

All that to say, I have not eaten their food. So, perhaps today, Mousey and I will partake of the food. If we do, I will surely let you know. But I have to tell you right up front. Food is food to me. This annoys Honey to no end. He likes to think about food, and talk about food, and talk about how to prepare food. I could either enjoy a yummy meal or have a bowl of Cheerios. It’s all the same to me. I’m just meeting a need. The need of satisfying hunger.

Hope you all have a Tom Terrific Tuesday. Who was Tom Terrific anyway? I forget.

I’m all out of chai, I’m so lost without you….

The Air Supply song has been running through my mind.

My large stash of chai, so thoughtfully found for me by Capri’s Patt and Deb, is gone, used up. Drank, drunk, drunken. I am back to the unworthy tea bag. Big sigh. Really big sigh.

018

I can’t see me lovin’ nobody but you, for all my liiife.

Someone help me, help me please
Is the answer up above
How can I ever tell them
This is not a puppy love

Don’t do me like that, don’t do me like that
What if I love you baby, don’t do me like that
Don’t do me like that, don’t do me like that
Someday I might need you baby, don’t do me like that

Show me the meaning of being lonely
Is this the feeling I need to walk with (tell me why)
Tell me why I can’t be there where you are
There’s something missing in my heart

Every night in my dreams
I see you. I feel you.
That is how I know you go on.

I will survive.

I have done it before. Barely. Here we go.

Potent Quotable

When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don’t throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer.

Corrie Ten Boom

I need to remember this, regularly.

Happy Halloween!

Scenes from Halloween ‘01.

A groovy, peace and love, Ab-Cat. Dumping the candy bucket. Let the trading begin! I SO remember doing that with Beeve. We were all about the gum. My Mother was all about the candy bars.

IMG (36)

Miss Mouse was her old standby. A cat. I think her collar said Frisky. The Boy was a doctor. But he couldn’t just be a regular doctor. That would be boring.

IMG_0001 (14)

He was Dr. Zaius from The Planet of the Apes. Ah, those were the days!

IMG_0002 (13)

« Older entries