Little LadyBug has caught the Throwing Up Virus...
At 1:30am I was awakened to "that sound".
I went running.. I met the poor kid running to the bathroom with her head in a bucket - I had put a trashcan at the head of her bed ages ago because it fit there... Ooooh was I lucky or I'd be shampooing carpets today.
So, my sickie will be home with me today. I'd like to keep her home for a couple of weeks until all this nastiness is out of the schools, but I don't think that's going to work!!
Thanks for dropping by!
LadyBug
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
Monday, January 09, 2006
Athletic Ability
#1 Son played his first basketball scrimmage this weekend. He did great! He got a few points, played great defensively, and had some fun. We all know that any athletic talent did not come from LadyBug's side of the gene pool. If you need proof of this I can tell you a short story about my athletic prowess.
I was a freshman in college. Of course, I was required to take Freshman Gym. It was spring term. Basketball was the subject. Coach taught us all kinds of things like how to pass, shoot, do layups, and dribble - I tried very hard to perfect these skills in the alloted time frame. At the end of the term there was a written exam ( I got an A). There was also a practical exam. The requirements were simple: 10 layups, 10 free shots, 10 chest passes, and dribble through the maze of chairs. Sounds simple, doesn't it.
Well - 10 layups - didn't get one basket - score: 0
I looked at coach - he shook his head and smiled... He tried to be nice.
10 free throws - didn't get one basked - score: 0
I looked at coach - he looked a little overwhelmed... How could this happen?
10 chest passes - didn't hit the mark on the wall one time - score: 0
Poor coach - he gets the only girl on the whole campus who has absolutely no athletic ability...
The last thing to do was dribble through this maze of chairs. I thought I might be able to salvage a little bit of my grade - never mind my self esteem. I started to dribble and jog. Ok.. looking pretty good. I went around the first chair. I caught my toe on the second chair. I fell in slow motion. As I fell, the ball went one way, I went the other, and the rest of the chairs ended up spewed all over the gym. I am still not sure how all that happened. My score: 0.
I had flunked Basketball. Who flunks Freshman Gym?? Coach told me it was a good thing I passed the written. (I'm sure he was worried that he'd have me again next term!!) He gave me a B, patted me on the head and told me to never ever come back. I really don't blame him.
So, the fact that #1 Son has any athletic ability is amazing! He is pretty good at basketball - I don't think he'll be getting a basketball scholarship to college, but he knows how to play and he can get some points.
I was a freshman in college. Of course, I was required to take Freshman Gym. It was spring term. Basketball was the subject. Coach taught us all kinds of things like how to pass, shoot, do layups, and dribble - I tried very hard to perfect these skills in the alloted time frame. At the end of the term there was a written exam ( I got an A). There was also a practical exam. The requirements were simple: 10 layups, 10 free shots, 10 chest passes, and dribble through the maze of chairs. Sounds simple, doesn't it.
Well - 10 layups - didn't get one basket - score: 0
I looked at coach - he shook his head and smiled... He tried to be nice.
10 free throws - didn't get one basked - score: 0
I looked at coach - he looked a little overwhelmed... How could this happen?
10 chest passes - didn't hit the mark on the wall one time - score: 0
Poor coach - he gets the only girl on the whole campus who has absolutely no athletic ability...
The last thing to do was dribble through this maze of chairs. I thought I might be able to salvage a little bit of my grade - never mind my self esteem. I started to dribble and jog. Ok.. looking pretty good. I went around the first chair. I caught my toe on the second chair. I fell in slow motion. As I fell, the ball went one way, I went the other, and the rest of the chairs ended up spewed all over the gym. I am still not sure how all that happened. My score: 0.
I had flunked Basketball. Who flunks Freshman Gym?? Coach told me it was a good thing I passed the written. (I'm sure he was worried that he'd have me again next term!!) He gave me a B, patted me on the head and told me to never ever come back. I really don't blame him.
So, the fact that #1 Son has any athletic ability is amazing! He is pretty good at basketball - I don't think he'll be getting a basketball scholarship to college, but he knows how to play and he can get some points.
Friday, January 06, 2006
5 Things You Never Knew
It seems I have been Tagged. I am supposed to post my 5 weirdest habits. I have decided to modify that and tell you 5 weird facts about myself.
1. I hate any form of wet paper (except Bounty paper towels). It makes me want to hurl. I can't stand the sight of it and the thought of having to pick up wet paper makes me gag. This applies to TP, newspaper, spitballs, etc.
2. I like my kitchen counters to be pristine. I have to spray them with glass plus and wipe them down with paper towels. Then I have to spray them again and buff them up with a terrycloth towel. I like them to shine and have no fingerprints or crumbs.
3. I'm a sock/shoe dropper. Wherever they come off my feet is where they stay. This applies mostly to shoes because I like my feet warm. I can never find my shoes. If I kick them off under the table... that's where I'll find them the next time I need to wear them.
4. I can read 2 or 3 books at the same time. I have one in my kitchen to read while I eat lunch or wait for the laundry to be done. I have one in the bedroom to read before I go to sleep. I sometimes have a third going in the family room to read while the children play video games. (I can only watch them play for so long!!)
5. I don't like gardening - probably because I have a brown thumb. I don't mind hauling rocks, digging holes, lugging wood or even moving big plants around - you know serious work. I hate weeding - it's so prissy. If I plant something (other than a bulb) it will die. My dad, on the other hand, can chop the heck out of a plant, take one of the twigs he hacked off, shove it in the ground, ignore it for a while and it will grow. It is just so maddening!!
So... There you go.
5 things you never knew about me...
Enjoy!
LadyBug
1. I hate any form of wet paper (except Bounty paper towels). It makes me want to hurl. I can't stand the sight of it and the thought of having to pick up wet paper makes me gag. This applies to TP, newspaper, spitballs, etc.2. I like my kitchen counters to be pristine. I have to spray them with glass plus and wipe them down with paper towels. Then I have to spray them again and buff them up with a terrycloth towel. I like them to shine and have no fingerprints or crumbs.
3. I'm a sock/shoe dropper. Wherever they come off my feet is where they stay. This applies mostly to shoes because I like my feet warm. I can never find my shoes. If I kick them off under the table... that's where I'll find them the next time I need to wear them.
4. I can read 2 or 3 books at the same time. I have one in my kitchen to read while I eat lunch or wait for the laundry to be done. I have one in the bedroom to read before I go to sleep. I sometimes have a third going in the family room to read while the children play video games. (I can only watch them play for so long!!)5. I don't like gardening - probably because I have a brown thumb. I don't mind hauling rocks, digging holes, lugging wood or even moving big plants around - you know serious work. I hate weeding - it's so prissy. If I plant something (other than a bulb) it will die. My dad, on the other hand, can chop the heck out of a plant, take one of the twigs he hacked off, shove it in the ground, ignore it for a while and it will grow. It is just so maddening!!
So... There you go.
5 things you never knew about me...
Enjoy!
LadyBug
Thursday, January 05, 2006
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1. Mister Bug always says "I love you" before he leaves the house and at the end of every single phone call. 2. Mister Bug is a great cook. 3. Mister Bug is a super daddy. 4. Mister Bug drives a long way to work so we can live in the country. 5. Mister Bug laughs often and has a great sense of humor. 6. Mister Bug cleans bathrooms. 7. Mister Bug is supportive of everything I do. 8. Mister Bug remembers the little things that matter. He is very thoughtful. 9. Mister Bug does the grocery shopping - it only makes sense since he does the cooking. :-) 10. Mister Bug is very good at Mathematics. He helps #1 Son with Middle School Math Homework!! 11. Mister Bug is the best dishwasher stacker on the planet. 12. Mister Bug makes sure we spend time together everyday. 13. Mister Bug is the best bug for me. Links to other Thursday Thirteens! (leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!) Jeej Petroville LazyDaisy Log Squashed Toad Fickle Chick Stacie Running2Ks Uisce Chickadee Jennifer Indigo |
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Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Wacky Wednesday
Today is one of those days.
Just when you think you have it all squared away, you find out that #1 Son left his sax in Dad's car. Dad's car is at the office over an hour away. That's not too bad, but Dad is off on travel for a couple of days. Dad's car isn't coming home... I think I'm looking at a long drive today.
#1 Son is going to owe me big time! I am going to USE this one... He'll be working for me this weekend - I have a Christmas tree that needs to come down... Hundreds of ornaments that need to be packed away... Hmmm... This could be quite beneficial.
#1 Son now has to explain to his teacher where his instrument is... Lucky him...
I would't want to be #1 Son today, but I'd like to be a fly on the wall to see what happens. Aren't I cruel?
The Grandbugs are going home today. I am sure they are ready to go back to their own house, their own bed, their own cars, and their own schedule. You know how it is when you are on vacation, you are so happy when you get home to your stuff. We will miss them, but they'll be back and soon enough, it will be for good.
Have a good day!
Thanks for dropping by,
LadyBug
Just when you think you have it all squared away, you find out that #1 Son left his sax in Dad's car. Dad's car is at the office over an hour away. That's not too bad, but Dad is off on travel for a couple of days. Dad's car isn't coming home... I think I'm looking at a long drive today.
#1 Son is going to owe me big time! I am going to USE this one... He'll be working for me this weekend - I have a Christmas tree that needs to come down... Hundreds of ornaments that need to be packed away... Hmmm... This could be quite beneficial.
#1 Son now has to explain to his teacher where his instrument is... Lucky him...
I would't want to be #1 Son today, but I'd like to be a fly on the wall to see what happens. Aren't I cruel?
The Grandbugs are going home today. I am sure they are ready to go back to their own house, their own bed, their own cars, and their own schedule. You know how it is when you are on vacation, you are so happy when you get home to your stuff. We will miss them, but they'll be back and soon enough, it will be for good.
Have a good day!
Thanks for dropping by,
LadyBug
Sunday, January 01, 2006
Happy New Year
The shrimp is being boiled. The hors d'euvres are in the oven.
Football is on TV.
It is January 1.
Hope you all have a Happy New Year!!
LadyBug
A New Year's Tale
It was 3am. I was awakened by a constant drone in my right ear. MisterBug was snoring again. I thought it would stop. It did not. I decided to take a walk to the bathroom - maybe by the time I got back, it would stop.I went through my list of remedies my mother gave me to stop the incessant snore. (She's been dealing for almost 50 years and has my Dad trained to stop snoring with a quick "Shhh" or a light touch with the index finger to the shoulder. She trained him well.) I have not been as successful.
I tried hopping into bed and flapping the covers. Maybe a blast of cold air will shock the snore out of him. Not..
I poked the shoulder. I used my index finger, two fingers, and then my whole hand. Nuthin...
I shushed. Nope..
I took all the covers. I thought maybe if he got cold enough, he'd wake up... nah...
I pushed him over on his side. I literally turned him over. That was the most ineffective move - he got louder.
I gave up. I had finally drifted off when I was awakened with the sound and stench of a fart. I turned to him and said "You stink." He said, "Happy New Year, Dear." I said, "Please spray and Happy New Year to you too." He said, "Oh, did I fart? I'm sorry."
He is a sweet guy. He made me a lovely waffle for breakfast.
My MisterBug is the best bug for me.
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