This is My "Real" Blog: April 2007

Angie's Blog!

Monday, April 30, 2007

Oh. . .and a new layout!

I have never posted four times in one day. . .until now! I got a few free minutes tonight, and created a layout of Caroline from the wedding weekend. Remember that? A month ago! Here she is. . .she takes my breath away!


First Day of School. . .whatever.

Caroline's first day of preschool went without a hitch - but not without a few tears. . . mine. I thought I'd let her tell you about her first day.

"Here I am trying to go out the door to go to school. Check out my brand new outfit - Mommy has good taste!"

"When it was finally time to leave, Mommy still insisted on taking pictures of Daddy and me. She also said something about how clean the house looks since they've packed everything to move. Whatever."

"Daddy walked me into my new school. Note my ultra-suave new Dora the Explorer backpack. Mommy said something about catching our shadows on the parking lot. Whatever."

"This is my new classroom. The little girl at the table with me is Courtney. We colored together until Mommy and Daddy left. I didn't tell them what else I did today. They'll have to wait for the teacher's report."

"I got to ride home on a really cool school bus. Mommy was waiting in the church parking lot for me. Melissa, Christine, Tim, and Nana & Papa were there, too. Mommy was crying. Whatever."

"I got to climb down the stairs by myself, almost. Mommy was still crying. Again, whatever."

"It took a few minutes for Mommy to actually put me down, once I got off the bus. She kept saying something about me being all grown up. And she kept kissing me. Whatever."

Back to Mommy writing: From the mouths of babes, I tell ya. . . . Thanks for praying for us on this first day!


New dress-up clotes for the princess. Isn't she pretty?

A football trophy and those new braces. Aren't they pretty?

Happy Birthday, Princess Caroline!

Cake and Ice Cream. . . ah, the joy!

The new house. . .isn't it pretty?

She's On Her Way Home!

It's 1:35 p.m. (EST) and as I type, Caroline is on the bus home from her first day of preschool. I will be in the church parking lot - waiting for her - within the next 12 minutes or so.

It's been a long day. It's been a tear-filled day. But it's been a good day.

When I have pictures, I'll post them. Until then, I need to go wait for a bus. . . .

Saturday, April 28, 2007

It's Finally Happening. . . or so they say

It's a lovely (semi-cloudy) Saturday morning here at Chez Aubrey. A yummy breakfast casserole and Overnight Coffee Cake are in the oven. Biscuits are going to be put into the oven [direct from the freezer -- I'm not Martha Stewart for gosh sakes!] and the phone rings. . . .


"Angie, this is Pam. Another agent wants to show the house at 12:30. Will that work?"

"Why, it sure will!"

So, as I'm feeding nine Aubrey's a delicious breakfast, I am also anticipating the first-ever showing of my house. Kinda scary. But, kinda cool. The house will (hopefully) smell of cinnamon and nutmeg from the casserole. If it doesn't, I have a few scented candles that we'll burn before we "bug out" at noon.

In other news, Caroline is getting ready to turn THREE tomorrow. I cannot believe it. She has absolutely no clue what's coming. We've been talking about turning three, and birthdays, but it hasn't sunk in yet.

Nana & Papa gave her some big girl "dress up" clothes last night--complete with two (not one, but two) tutus, bracelets, a little pink purse, and a pink straw hat. When Mark and I got to the house last night, she was running around saying, "PRETTY" to everyone she saw. And, she was. She was beautiful!! [pictures to follow as soon as I get them]

Edison's Middle School football banquet was last night. All the boys got trophies, and there wasn't any MVP, or anything like that. That made me happy. The guys are a real rag-tag bunch of adolescents, but they've got heart. They didn't win a game last season (I believe) but they are getting geared up for next year--and watching the coaches interact with them, I realize that there's a different dynamic with a sports coach than with a dad. Personally, in this house, I'm glad the two don't co-exist. [especially the football coaching type]

So, there's our life in a little nutshell. Oh, I almost forgot. . .

My sweet, dear friend Helen (from Australia) asked about Caroline entering preschool at such a young age. Let me explain briefly (yeah, right!)

The Department of Education works with individual states to provide instruction and intervention for children who demonstrate special needs, or developmental delays. When Caroline was born with Down syndrome, the hospital alerted the state (and us) to this, and got our names into "the system."

[side note: I have never been a fan of "the system" and as a homeschool mom up until this time, it literally freaked me out to have Caroline on the state rolls for education and early intervention]


From the point she was about 6 weeks old, until yesterday, Caroline received physical therapy, occupational therapy, speech therapy, and developmental assistance through the state's early intervention system. They paid for these therapies (what our insurance didn't cover) and provided us with assistance, information, and support through the first three years.

Fast-forward to now. . . Caroline will, again through the department of education and the state, begin going to preschool on Monday. School systems provide developmental preschool settings for all children with disabilities, and will work with them until they are old enough to enter kindergarten.

Our goal, as a family, is that Caroline will be mainstreamed as possible. It is our goal, and it will be our demand, that she be included in as many "normal" classes as possible. School for her will not be skilled-daycare. She will learn to read, write, add, subtract, spell, and the list goes on. . . . We are learning more and more about young adults with Ds who are going to college, and excelling in a skilled trade, and making a difference in this world.

That's what Caroline was created for. To make a difference.

Ahem. I'm done. My speech is over. Thank you all for your kind attention. I now turn the microphone over for questions and answers. . . . ::hee hee::

Happy Saturday!!!

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

Phew, that was a close one!

So. . . my in-laws arrived this afternoon, for Caroline's birthday. We are anticipating a great visit with them and with Mark's brother and his wife this weekend. Lots of fun, family, laughs, pictures, and general frivolity. But, this year things will be a bit different. I mean, half our worldly goods are currently in boxes. . .

[first side note: How much do we all love my new blog header courtesy of Melany? I am enthralled. . . .but I digress. End first side note]

With half our life in boxes, and a still very active lifestyle, this year's festivities will be slightly different. We realize that, at any given moment, our realtor may call and schedule a walk through the house. Of course, it hasn't happened yet, but we know that day is coming.

Well, that day came tonight, as I was setting dinner on the table. I was just about to put the chicken and rice on the table when the phone rang. It was Pam, our realtor.

"I'm wondering about the possibility of showing the house at 7 p.m." (it was 6 p.m.) I panicked, but got very excited.

"We can do it, Pam. This is so exciting!"

She said that she would push it back to 7:30, because I was just then setting out dinner. I agreed. I hung up the phone - and the melee pretty much was put in motion.

Oh, and did I mention. . . I had to leave for church at 6:10 p.m.? That made the whole scheme even crazier.

On my way to church, I called my buddy Laura. . . this is my new friend, Laura, who gives me lots of support, prayers, and laughs. She's an expert at laughing.

[second side note: She also wanted to know when she was going to get mentioned in my blog, as she is an avid reader.]

There you go, girlfriend. I love ya, RA!

Anyway, I got to church, and just started to share my crazy story with my boss--and Mark called. They rescheduled the appointment for Friday. Phew! We have two days to get the last of the "surface" stuff cleared away.

I'm a little disappointed that we didn't show the house tonight. But as Laura told me, she's praying for the right buyer -- and it only takes one. She's right--God will provide. It will be allright.

So there you have it - our near miss! I'm sure there will be more opportunities to run around and scream like a banshee. But for tonight, it was brief, frenzied, pointless, and lots of fun!

Tuesday, April 24, 2007

It's Only Fitting. . . .

that my 100th post would include a link like this one. Yep, it's my house. My sweet little house. Mark and I realized that we've lived here longer than any other home we've lived in (together or individually) our whole lives.

But, I'm ready. I'm ready to move. I'm ready for new paint, new lamps, a new view out the front window. I'm ready for a new front window, for that matter!

I promised a recap on Caroline's evaluations for preschool. Let me go there first.

On Monday, Mark and I went to the preschool where Caroline will be enrolled next Monday. That's right, in less than a week, my precious baby girl, my LAST baby will enter preschool. We are very excited about this. Her new teacher, Ms. Carolyn is a New Yorker by birth. She's got a great Manhattan-esque accent. It's not quite a "King of Queens" accent, but if you've ever watched the "Barefoot Contessa" on Food Network, she kind of sounds like her. I just love the fact that some of Caroline's first exposures to language outside our home will be from a Yankee. Around here, that's rare!

"Yes, honey, I am serious. HEAD only has one syllable." Oy.

Hay-ud. They would say hay-ud. Need I expound further?

On Monday, Mark and I will take Caroline to school for her first day. We can hang around, but probably won't do it. After her day is done, the bus will bring her to me at my work. Another family from church has their son dropped off in the parking lot, so we'll have a reunion 3x a week! I can't wait to get a picture of her coming off the bus in her little blue denim jumper which I have yet to buy. But, the girl's gotta have a new school outfit. She's also in need of a backpack and a lunch box. (I'm dying inside, a little)

The school has also asked us to purchase Pull-ups. They're going to start potty training with us. It's one of her IEP (individual education plan) goals for this year. Exciting stuff, I tell you.

So, other than the fact that I will undoubtedly be crying my eyes out on Monday morning, we're good. She's going to do very well at school, and they have worked her schedule around her Mother's Day Out program. She will attend preschool 3 days a week, and MDO on Wednesdays. I'm really excited--but I still get teary-eyed at the thought.

House shtuff. . . .

We walked through the new house again yesterday with our friend, the house painter. Literally, our friend owns a residential & commercial painting company. We've asked him to paint the entire interior (well, almost) of the new house. We've also asked him to consider painting three rooms here in the old house.

It's getting exciting. I ordered new valances for the kitchen. There are three windows in the breakfast nook. I am very excited for them to come in. I also ordered Edison's new bedding for his room. He had picked out one pattern, but it isn't currently available. So, we went with his 2nd choice (it was my first choice) and I think he'll be very happy with it.

I also found a pair of beautiful lamps at JC Penney - so they're on their way, too. This is getting exciting, ya'll. I can't believe we're doing this.

Ah. . .what's that I hear? A voice. A familiar little, sweet chippy voice reminding me that after a diaper change, it's time to go get brother from school. He's in the midst of SAT tests this week. He doesn't seem to mind them, so we're not worried too much. He always does very well, and we're grateful. He also made the Scholar's Bowl team for his school. He and his buddy, Sam, are the only 6th graders on the team. We're proud. I think that competition is on Tuesday of next week.

The calendar is filling up faster than I can purchase new pens to write things down. But it's all good. My in-laws are on their way here for Caroline's birthday this weekend. Mark's brother and his wife are coming down this weekend, too. It will be a great family celebration. I still cannot believe three years have come and gone so quickly. But, time passes quickly when life keeps you moving.

And there, we're back to moving again. It's time for me to close. Have a great Tuesday!!!

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Don't You Hate it When. . . .?

I'm sure we could collectively come up with quite and exhaustive list of phrases to end this sentence. I'm sure you're wondering where that's coming from. Here goes:

Don't you hate it when you are cleaning out the garage, and come up with the perfect blog entry - with a cute title to boot - and two hours, it's gone?

Cleaning, "spring" or otherwise, is highly overrated. But, it is so liberating to free ourselves of clutter. The air seems cleaner. The house seems bigger. There's something else. . . there's peace.

Unlike spring cleaning, peace is not overrated. I think bringing peace and serenity to our home (whether at this address, or the new one) will be one of the greatest gifts we can give to our children and to ourselves this year.

Things we've started doing since listing the house:

laundry - we can't let it pile up. There's nothing more freakish to imagine that perfect strangers gaping at your wonderful walk-in closet, and seeing your tidy whities in a laundry basket. Eeeeeeeeewwwwww!

dishes - again, not allowed to pile up. Again, I don't want prospective buyers to look in my sink and say, "Wow, we had meatloaf too, tonight!" Blurgh.

I should add that we've always done the dishes and laundry. But, this is with an OCD-like fervor. I've also managed to keep Caroline's room tidy, to some degree. Of course, as soon as I get a toy put away, she has to play with it. She's a girl. This was a given.

So, it's Saturday morning. I have laundry and dishes to do. I'm also going to wash some windows, weed the landscaping out front, and purge a few more closets.

Happy weekend, everyone! Enjoy spring weather (if you're experiencing it at your house) and I hope that today, whether in obsessively doing laundry, or cleaning out cupboards, you find peace and serenity.

I promise you, it's not overrated!

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

It really *is* on the lawn!

That's right. I pulled in my driveway this afternoon, and shed a few tears. My precious house is on the market! They really were tears of joy, but if you know me, you aren't at all surprised that I cried a little.

As I type, Edison and my mom are in his room - packing his "winter" clothes into storage boxes. I pray to the Good Lord in Heaven that we don't need them any more this season.

Caroline is (supposedly) asleep. Dad and Mark are taking a truckload of stuff down to a storage facility where it will eventually be sold at our church's rummage sale. I'm telling you. . . a third-world country could greatly beef up its economy by selling our cast-offs.

And that's where I'll leave you all tonight. I have been humbled, make that *humiliated* by the "rummage" in our lives. I am a very sentimental person. I hate to throw away stuff that was special--whether to me, or to someone else. I cherish letters from Grandma Heim and Grandma Knowles. I have books that were signed by my Aunt Judy -- I wouldn't trade them for the world. And, don't get me started on things that people have created for me over years.

But, there is far too much STUFF in our lives!

Mark and I have spent the better portion of the last three days frantically getting the house ready to sell. Through this difficult process, I have learned the value of letting go of stuff. I hope that I have also learned the value of being more discriminating when it comes to purchasing those "must-have" items that plague us all. I trust that I will do better in the future with regards to using things, and then giving them to someone else to enjoy. But most of all, I earnestly pray that my hard-learned lessons in financial and personal stewardship will somehow grip my children so that they don't have to make my mistakes again in 20 years.

After packing all those sweaters, I think Edison is starting to get the picture. As always, I'll keep you posted. . .

It's on. . .the lawn!

Well, it's supposed to be. Our realtor is going to put the 4sale sign in the yard sometime tomorrow. I have spent the last three hours (off and on) packing boxes, dusting items that haven't seen a windex wipe for months, and trying not to make our house look too bleak without our personal effects.

Our realtor has said that too many personal items will make the house look like we're not really ready to move. By the looks of my living and dining rooms, we're on our way out.

I'm going to leave some books and knick knacks on some of the empty bookshelves. Other than that, stuff's getting stored until May 15.

That's right, I said May 15. According to our contract that we had drawn up today, we will take occupancy of the house on that day. Just three days after my birthday. . .talk about the best birthday present ever!

Of course, tomorrow, I have to take what's left of the stuff in the house, and clean around it. Not an easy task, but I'm up to it. Of course, I have to work - and go to church tomorrow night. But, it's all good.

I'll try to post some pics - soon - just not tonight. I still have a few ounces of energy left to either pack another box, or throw away some more crap, er, stuff.

Happy Wednesday to everyone!

Sunday, April 15, 2007

Bass Eh Bo & Bob Dylan

Just a minute ago, while I got ready to blog, I heard my daughter say one of her first 3-syllable words. She says her name (3-syllables) and Edison's name (again, 3 syllables). But, this was a first.

The word? Basketball (bass-eh-bo) Music to my ears!

I'm sure Bob Dylan pronounced "basketball" the same way. He still may, I'm not sure. But, as he also said, "Well, the times. . .they are a-changin'. . ." That statement has never been more true around our house.

We are moving!

I have always had my eye on a house in the next subdivision over from us. It's at the end of a cul-de-sac. It's bigger. It's the same age. It belongs to a sweet lady from our church, who is in her 90s.

In a couple weeks, she will be moving to an assisted-living facility, and is selling her house. . . . to us!

We are thrilled. . .scared. . .overwhelmed. . .stressed. . .excited. . .and frustrated.

Frustrated, you say? Yes, frustrated. Eleven years' worth of stuff has accumulated in my home. In corners. . . nooks. . . crannies. . . cabinets. . . closets. . . attics. . . it's everywhere. And, now it's my job to go through it all, and decide its fate.

I remind myself that on my favorite show, "Clean House," they do all that purging in about 2 days. That's about the amount of time I have. We are hoping to take posession of the new house on May 15. That's a month from today.

So, rather than blather. . . I'll purge and pack.

Oh, and listen to my sweet daughter talk about sports and Bob Dylan!

Friday, April 13, 2007

Almost 100. . .and lots to do!

I just looked - I have nearly posted 100 times to my "REAL" blog, as Melany named it. I don't have anything to give away on my 100th post. . .but we'll celebrate. Yeah, we'll celebrate.

I am busy, busy, extraordinarily busy. . . (veggie tales song tribute) and can't post much more today.

I am making a (traditional) scrapbook that will be used by our Down syndrome group at display tables and such. I'm uploading pictures, left and right. Typing and printing text. Ooh. . .such fun, such fun.

I also have a 2-week deadline to make "Thank You" albums for Miss Jan, Missy, and Miss B.J., who have worked with Caroline since she was 6-weeks old. In 2 weeks, Caroline will "age out" of the early intervention system, and enter the (sigh) public school system. (Government schools - for you Rush listeners!) So. . .I have got many, many things to do between now and her birthday -- including getting my house ready for company and seeing a doctor about this stupid hernia/gall bladder/kidney stone "thing" that likes to interrupt my life! (I'm only theorizing about the gall bladder)

So, here's to a great Friday the 13th. It's not so bad. Don't make it worse by being superstitious. Enjoy the day. Hug your loved ones.

Me? I've got some serious scrappin' to do!

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Oh, I almost forgot. . .

After we finished the movie, I finished a layout. Call it inspiration! Here you go:


God Blessed me Through HBO

God is full of surprises. I don't know many who would say, "God really blessed me through HBO tonight." But, it's true for me.

Earlier this week, while cleaning out one of the many piles of stuff in our room, Mark learned that we were getting free HBO for a week. It seems that we are valued customers of our cable company. Our free week began on April 6, and ended tonight.

Mind you, we've only been valued customers since February. If you recall, I had us re-subscribe to cable so that I would not miss out on the entire schedule of NASCAR races.

Anyway, we learned about a movie that was shown on HBO Family tonight. The name of the movie is "Yellow Brick Road." I had never heard of this movie--but I can guarantee, I'll never forget it! This documentary won the Long Island Film Festival, and received other acclaim by independent film groups. It is phenomenal.

"Yellow Brick Road" tells the story of the ANCHOR (Answering the Needs of Citizens with Handicaps Through Organized Recreation) program which provides opportunities for disabled young adults in the New York area. In this particular documentary, the staff of ANCHOR is directing and producing the show, "'The Wizard of Oz" with a cast made up of entirely mentally challenged young adults.

I was undone.

One of the first things Mark and I noticed is that the actors were not "labeled" by their diagnoses. For some, it was obvious. The Tin Man was played by a man with CP. He stole the show, among those with speaking parts.

There were many young men and women with Down syndrome. One young man played the Doorman. He stole the show for me. Playing air guitar on his battle axe. . . kissing the director. . . hugging and kissing his fellow actors and actresses. He stole my heart in the opening scene of the documentary, and kept it when the credits finished rolling.

Note: Mark tells me, as I'm typing, that the director's brother has Ds. We both think that he might have been the director's brother. I'm smitten.

I e-mailed my friend Christy this evening, before we started watching, and sent her the link to the movie. I know, from her previous blog entries, that this is a movie she and her husband Steve will absolutely love. Being theater veterans, they are going to eat up every minute of this precious documentary. They will, like we did, watch and wonder. They will be inspired for their sons Henry and Steven. They will laugh and cry. And, I wish, more than anything, that I could be watching it with them!

If you get a chance, please watch this movie! If you see it at your video store, or in the library, I can guarantee you that it is well worth the $3 or $5 rental fee.

When you see the look of pride on the faces of these precious individuals, you will experience joy beyond measure. You will get a glimpse inside the hearts and lives of those whom Jesus referred to as the least of these.

. . . .but let me warn you, you just might need some kleenex for the last 15 minutes!

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

I Feel Loved. . .

I've been receiving "love" notes from a few of you. I know I need to blog. I just haven't had time. I will. I promise.

Tonight, I'm just too tired for words.

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Close the Windows - it's a Holiday - and some new layouts

Today was Good Friday. By all accounts, we celebrated the holiday. However, Caroline still had physical therapy and speech therapy, so we all packed up the van, and headed west.

Mark and Edison dropped us off at therapy, and headed to our favorite Used Book & CD store. Remember those posts about cleaning house? Edison and I were able to cash in some old books, CDs, and DVDs to the tune of over $100. This money (as we had agreed) went toward Edison's guitar fund.

And, with that money, and the money he'd saved. . . he bought a guitar. (pictures & posts to follow). Mark helped him pick out a guitar stand, and the handy-dandy salesman tuned it for us. So, during various hours of the day, you can hear the strains of an E chord, and the various A and D chords. I'm very proud of him. I'm thankful, too. He wanted and electric guitar.

After guitar shopping, we went out to lunch. Puleo's Grille is quickly becoming one of my favorite restaurants. I had the chicken penne pasta (with mushrooms, tomatoes, and grilled chicken). Oh my goodness. . .it was wonderful. Kids ate well. Mark had spaghetti, and liked the sausage, but not the sauce. Still, all in all, it was a good day out.

I went in to the office for a few hours. Still had some "pre-Easter" stuff to do. Once it was done, I came home, made dinner (leftovers) and relaxed some this evening.

We are in the process of purging and cleansing the laptop computer. It has this strange habit of going "wonky" on me (as Melany would say). It's especially bad when we're trying to chat online. So, after completely cleaning it off, Mark will reinstall everything, and I'll cross my fingers that it all comes back.

For the past 12 hours, we have been dumping files to an external hard drive. It's bizarre to see all your photos, digital layouts, and precious files being transferred from the only home they've known. But, I'm confident that it will be allright.

Before purging the laptop, I managed to get a couple of layouts done. I did this layout of Caroline using one of my favorite designers, Miss Mint. Her stuff is so much fun. She even commented in her gallery that she liked my layout. That was cool.

In Butternug Squash News, Christy is re-releasing a kit this week. I haven't downloaded it yet. Once I do, I have the perfect picture of Edison to scrap. She's also featuring one of her "Conservatory" kits this week. I had used the purple kit before, but not the pink. Here's my layout of the pink kit. I "scraplifted" my friend Lori, who did a layout of her beautiful great-niece. You can see her layout here. Here's my tribute to Lori's great layout:

This next layout is one that Christy began for me - with that recent picture of Caroline and Edison from my front porch. She actually painted me into a corner that I totally dig. She sent me the file in a format that I could only finish in Photoshop. I was able (with Melany's online help) to add the journaling that this beautiful layout needed. Trust me, that was the ONLY thing it needed. Here you go:

Christy also encouraged me to read a book called the "Memory Keeper's Daughter." It is already proving to be one of the most difficult books I've ever read. I'm only at the beginning of chapter 3, but I can tell this much. . . set in 1964, a doctor and his wife give birth to twins. The son is fine. The daughter is born with Down syndrome. The doctor tells his nurse to take the baby girl to an institution (1964, remember that) and she agrees. BUT, when she gets there, she can't leave the baby. She runs away, and raises her as her own. Meanwhile, the doctor tells his wife that she did have twins, but that the baby girl died.

Like I said, this is going to be one of the most difficult, yet rewarding (I hope) books I've ever read. I talked to Caroline's physical therapist about the book. She read it last year in her book club. When I initially talked to her about the book, I had not yet started reading it. I asked her if I was going to be allright reading it. Her quote: "You will now."

Trust me, I'll keep you posted.

So there you have another day in the life of me. It's nothing to alert the media about - but it seemed like it was worth typing about. You be the judge!

Wednesday, April 04, 2007

We Won! We Won! We Won!

. . .yeah, like I had anything to do with it!

Earlier this evening, the University of Tennessee's Lady Vols won their seventh national championship in a game against Rutgers. Awesome game. Well. . . what I saw of it was really good. Sigh. I love my job.

Tuesday night is Praise Band and Choir Practice night. Starts at 6:30 pm., and ends (usually) around 8:30. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight my artsty-fartsy friend Ruth and I had to decorate our worship center (church sanctuary) for our Holy Week Wednesday night service. What I thought would take an hour, took two and a half.

But it is so worth it. Absolutely beautiful. I still have to buy some "stuff" tomorrow, but it will be all worth it.

I promised (and kept my word) to have my choir/orchestra members out by 8 p.m., in order to see the National Championship game. (Did I mention that we won!?) I had most of the out the door by 7:45. I waited for Ruth, and we got our stuff done. But, I didn't get home until 10:30.

Oh, did I mention that I didn't eat supper? After talking to one of my co-workers (for two hours) that we invited over to watch the game - I ate supper. That's right. I got to taste the really yummy pork fried rice that I made for dinner at 5:45 p.m. at 12:30 a.m. It was still good.

So, I'm going to bed. I'm tired. Watching that game really wore me out. But it was so worth it. We are the National Champions. Congratulations, Candace Parker and Pat Summitt, and all the players and fans. Great season. Great year. Great job.

I loved that game. That minute and 45 seconds of game time that I watched was monumental Oh, did I mention that we won?

Sunday, April 01, 2007

Do *NOT* Blog While Watching Basketball

That's what I've learned.

I purposely stayed away from my blog tonight - to allow the Lady Vols a chance to win. They did.

Came back from a 12-point deficit. Sloppy, messy basketball. But, they did it. And, now that they're in the final showdown on Tuesday night, I feel free to post away!

Long, crazy weekend. But then, aren't they all?

We learned:

  • Benadryl can help you overcome caffeine ingested late in the evening.
  • Caroline does NOT like Chuck E. Cheese - especially the large rodent that wanders around "greeting" children.
  • You gotta respect a girl like Candace Parker who can shoot the skin off a basketball!

Not a whole lot more to say. Have a blessed Holy Week.