Happy Birthday Mama!

Happy Birthday Mom!

Hope you have a lovely day teaching school.  We're thinking about you!

Thanks for just being you:
You always keep the snack bowl stocked up
You have a comfy chair and blanket for the girls to sit in
You know your football
You're a good listener, especially if I babble on and on and on and on
You're a crossword master
A wonderful swimmer
You have a witty personality
You're easy to be around

All the Fun. We had at Fun.

Mat and I slipped away to see the band Fun. We always said if they came to SLC, we'd go. I'm not much of a concert goer these days, but I happen to do my house cleaning to Fun. and I know the songs quite well. Concerts for me are too sweaty, stinky and crowded for my taste.  I'd be fine if I were in a small venue. Maybe I would have my own personal white linen covered table, with a cold beverage in one hand and my hubby's hand in the other while the band played for me, but turns out I am just not that special.



So, instead, if you time it right, the stars can align and you may get lucky and find yourself at a not so bad concert.  It was out at Saltaire.  The crowd was actually pleasant and a mixture of young and 80.



There was even space between me and the single chicks.  It didn't reek of pot, only the occasional wafting of the Great Salt Lake.  The rain had cooled off the day earlier making it a nice 77 degrees which is far more comfortable than 72. We could actually see the band too.  What a tasty recipe and I just might venture out and do it again.

Soccer Coach Fiasco

I believe I've hit a volunteering max. I get this phone call from a friend of mine who happens to be running our local volunteer soccer league. She explains that they needed help coaching Micah's soccer team because the previous coach who signed up could no longer do it. Knowing how hard it is to get a parent to be in charge of something, I broke and said I could help. BUT, I specifically said I would not be head coach, but assistant coach, and I made it clear that I would not be to the first soccer practice because I was helping run our block party (Another thing I signed myself up for.  Bad timing, I know.)

So, Mat trickles down to soccer practice with little Micah to find that they are looking for the head coach by the name of Micki.  Mat calls me immediately to tell me that I should have been to practice that night because parents were expecting me. This is all right in the middle of setting up for the block party...loads of chairs spewing from my car along with balanced food dishes and drink containers lining my seats. Argh! I really thought I had covered all my bases, yet the gal who was taking over for soccer that night never stepped up to the plate and had forgotten to tell the parents I wasn't going to be there. She's pregnant and forgiven.

Mat was the hero.  Not knowing a thing about soccer, he did some drills with the girls in his shirt and tie.  The parents watched and realized it wasn't too hard to instruct a group of 6-7yr olds.He also stuck up for me and let the parents know that I was not their gal, that someone else would need to help out.  Well, so far that someone else has been Mat :-)  He's actually quite attractive to me when he is working with kids. There's just something about it that make dads cute around little ones.

I'll show you playing with FIRE

If you'll observe closely, notice how I picked a fight with danger and WON. Ha! Although, that Ha! stopped short after I saw the gas total on my receipt. It was still a death defying thrill.