Monday, June 11, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Seems everyone is doing stuff
We've had a rash of hobby-itis this past few weeks. Daughter is on the local girls softball team. She's had 2 games and is bored already. I'm forcing her to stick it out till end of season though. If for no reason other than to recoup the cost of the mitt, the sign-up, the team photos, the cleats, the trousers, etc etc etc.
Since she's being forced to be there she passes her time productively in the dugout (she IS a benchwarmer) by learning new chants ('she's number wuuuuhhn,- Alice is her naaaahhme,- she's wunnathereasons, - we're gonna win this gaaaaaamme);blowing HUGE hair-matting-blue-hubba-bubba bubbles; and fashion 'stylin' the uniforms. (if you twist stripy socks you get spiral socks - soooo cooooool - apparently). At the end of the game she has no concept of the score. She plays for the coasters. So far they've been beaten by the Kittens and drawn with the Livewires. Both times she reckons the other team had the advantage because they have either a better uniform (kittens) or better name! I fear her heart isn't in the game sadly. !!!
Wee boy's fave hobby is currently reading. He is now a certified boffin, having just been assessed at school as a Fifth grade level reader!!!! His sister is furious - she too is a Fifth grade level reader, but she's just finishing 3rd grade while he is just finishing KG - to her this is some sort of personal affront and it drives her MAD. This irritation is only excaberated by his new hobby of reading everything. He is reading anything he can get his hands on, (and I'm constantly hiding my copies of People and Marie Claire). He reads out loud as we drive along, challenging her to read-offs. This is all fine until you pull up alongside some graffiti. Yikes. Every time this happens I'm reminded of the now famous shop name incident. ' m-a-n-g-o mango. m-a-c-y-s macys, f-c-u-k f..... ' Yes you can imagine.
Hubby is now officially back from his weekend endurance trip. Between last Thursday am and Sat night he went from Moss Beach, to Nevada, to Idaho, to Utah, to Nevada, (again) and back to California. Pulled a classic by wearing head to toe black leather - then realizing that it's 108 in Nevada in June.!!! However, he had fun - he says.
So not to be outdone, I've been looking for my own hobby. Have considered a motorbike of my own (don't have a motorbike yet), surfing (need swim lessons first) I dabbled in running (too hard). So instead I've taken up knitting! I feel it befits a woman of my mature years and certainly fits with my talent for sitting on my arse drinking wine. Unfortunately, I don't seem to be very good at it. (The knitting, that is - I'm very good at the sitting and drinking bit). I mean, how hard could it be really? But no, its not really working. I've made 2 hats so far. Son is wearing his with pride, but unfortunately it has so many holes, he looks like he's wearing an enormous hairnet. I keep telling him it's gangsta, though so struts around in it thinking he's cool. (Thats the problem with boffins - very gullible on the style front). Hat numero 2 is too small even for daughters tiny heed. However, I turned the situation around by sewing on a handle and some beads. She's been wearing her new 'purse' all day. I'm rather proud of my creative recovery on that one (unfortunately everything falls out of the 'purse' through the holes eventually). I KNOW they just feel sorry for me, but I cover for them and wear purple string bracelets, and enormous bead keyrings and shrunken plastic brooches every day - so I'll bask in my creative glow for a little longer. ( I will of course remove the hairnet before he goes to school - there's funny and there's downright cruel.)
Since she's being forced to be there she passes her time productively in the dugout (she IS a benchwarmer) by learning new chants ('she's number wuuuuhhn,- Alice is her naaaahhme,- she's wunnathereasons, - we're gonna win this gaaaaaamme);blowing HUGE hair-matting-blue-hubba-bubba bubbles; and fashion 'stylin' the uniforms. (if you twist stripy socks you get spiral socks - soooo cooooool - apparently). At the end of the game she has no concept of the score. She plays for the coasters. So far they've been beaten by the Kittens and drawn with the Livewires. Both times she reckons the other team had the advantage because they have either a better uniform (kittens) or better name! I fear her heart isn't in the game sadly. !!!
Wee boy's fave hobby is currently reading. He is now a certified boffin, having just been assessed at school as a Fifth grade level reader!!!! His sister is furious - she too is a Fifth grade level reader, but she's just finishing 3rd grade while he is just finishing KG - to her this is some sort of personal affront and it drives her MAD. This irritation is only excaberated by his new hobby of reading everything. He is reading anything he can get his hands on, (and I'm constantly hiding my copies of People and Marie Claire). He reads out loud as we drive along, challenging her to read-offs. This is all fine until you pull up alongside some graffiti. Yikes. Every time this happens I'm reminded of the now famous shop name incident. ' m-a-n-g-o mango. m-a-c-y-s macys, f-c-u-k f..... ' Yes you can imagine.
Hubby is now officially back from his weekend endurance trip. Between last Thursday am and Sat night he went from Moss Beach, to Nevada, to Idaho, to Utah, to Nevada, (again) and back to California. Pulled a classic by wearing head to toe black leather - then realizing that it's 108 in Nevada in June.!!! However, he had fun - he says.
So not to be outdone, I've been looking for my own hobby. Have considered a motorbike of my own (don't have a motorbike yet), surfing (need swim lessons first) I dabbled in running (too hard). So instead I've taken up knitting! I feel it befits a woman of my mature years and certainly fits with my talent for sitting on my arse drinking wine. Unfortunately, I don't seem to be very good at it. (The knitting, that is - I'm very good at the sitting and drinking bit). I mean, how hard could it be really? But no, its not really working. I've made 2 hats so far. Son is wearing his with pride, but unfortunately it has so many holes, he looks like he's wearing an enormous hairnet. I keep telling him it's gangsta, though so struts around in it thinking he's cool. (Thats the problem with boffins - very gullible on the style front). Hat numero 2 is too small even for daughters tiny heed. However, I turned the situation around by sewing on a handle and some beads. She's been wearing her new 'purse' all day. I'm rather proud of my creative recovery on that one (unfortunately everything falls out of the 'purse' through the holes eventually). I KNOW they just feel sorry for me, but I cover for them and wear purple string bracelets, and enormous bead keyrings and shrunken plastic brooches every day - so I'll bask in my creative glow for a little longer. ( I will of course remove the hairnet before he goes to school - there's funny and there's downright cruel.)
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