The things she'll do for me...

On our way home from dropping off Evan at school, Kyrsten says to me, "Mom can you get a game down for me? We can play it together."

I agreed with the disclaimer that I had to spend most of the day working on my Mythology paper. To which she replies, "I'll do your paperwork for you." (I know, but that's not the best part.)

I said, "No, that's nice of you, but I have to do it myself. Besides, it would be cheating."

She says, "I'll do everything for you mom." And then she goes on to make a list of all the things she'll do:

1. Do my hair.
2. Pick out my clothes.
3. Flush the toilet for me.
4. Pick out my jewelry for me when I have to go to a dancing party.
5. Pick out my jewelry for me when I have to go to a not a dancing party.

Now it seems to me that "one of these things just doesn't belong here, one of these things is not quite the same...."

Getting buzzed on the highway...

No, I was not drinking and driving. I was driving and puking.

I have had terrible migraines my whole life. The usual causes are lack of food and stress. Yesterday I had both and I had the worst migraine of all times. It totally took the number one spot on my chart of all time bad migraines.

Mistake #1: Didn't eat dinner and tried to replace it with a Snickers.

Mistake #2: Didn't stop by my car on the way to class to get meds even though the headache had already started.

Mistake #3: Stayed in class instead of leaving at break.

The result of these three mistakes was a trail of Puke from Ypsilanti to Howell. I was so nauseous, that I could barely drive 60 mph. The first and third pukefest happened before I entered and after I exited the highway. The second time though I could barely pull over on time let alone get to a parking lot or toilet. So I jump out of my can and commenced the projectile upchucking along the side of the highway. Just as I was finishing up, you know, spitting the little bits of leftover out, I looked up just in time to get buzzed by this little white car who didn't see the fully lit up van parked on the side of the road.

I guess I'm lucky it was close enough to splash the puke puddle back onto me.

Tiger's Fans

We went to see one of the last Tiger's games of the season. Baseball from such the distance we were sitting was not all that entertaining for our kids, but they loved the food, the people and the merry-go-round. I am also proud to say my Ohio-born husband now seems to be a Tiger's fan, owning the apparel and attending several games this past season. I haven't managed to turn him away from Ohio State football, but plans are in the works.

That is a Hello Kitty necklace paired with a Tiger's shirt! She accessorizes better than me.





What a smile!










Notice the hat!









Two other fans - I have to say, they are much more devoted than the average fan.





Oops! I think I got caught snapping this one!











I guess he also has Halloween taken care of.







Also, we were sitting right above the bull pen. One obnoxious fan whose picture I didn't manage to capture was screaming at the pitcher practicing down below. He was bellowing helpful tips like, "You have to throw the ball" and "Try to strike 'em out." I think there might have been a few "Your momma's so fat...." comments also. And this was all to the pitcher who wasn't even pitching. Go figure.

Arrgh!

My blog frustrates me. I want to write funny, clever, thought-provoking things. I want to be able to come back to my blog and be please, challenged, reminded, etc with what I see. I think one of my problems is I'm not sure who my audience is. Me? My comment leavers (you precious few)? The universe? When I took my college writing classes and even when I taught writing myself, one of the first things to do before you write was consider the audience.

Who is a blogger's audience?

The Safe World of Blogging

I just love the fact that I can type my thoughts, beliefs, opinions and questions in my blog and feel safe in the knowledge that any comments I get will not hurt me or infuriate me. This is not the case everywhere.

Today, I thought I would comment on an article in the local newspaper (on their website). Basically, it was just some questions I still had after reading the article. Someone else commented about my comment and implied I said a whole lot of things I never said, especially since all I did is ask three questions and make one statement. This person also took it upon themselves to brag about how they could find faults in others and liked to shove it back in their faces. What did he want, a gold star?

How dare I hope to begin an intellectual conversation? I think I'll just stick to the safe world of blogging.

More Tae Kwon Do

Time for a Kyrsten Tae Kwon Do story. They call her age group (4-5) "Little Ninjas." Master Kil actually had them using nun chucks (had to look up the spelling-there is more than one) in their second class. I know, just picture it.

Anyway, if you have ever been around four and five year olds they ask a lot of questions and make lots of random comments. They also will blurt out a question or comment the moment one crosses their minds. And a question or comment can be triggered by anything. So imagine trying to teach the "Little Ninjas" a few aspects of Tae Kwon Do while they are asking bizarre(to us) questions or making random comments.

Something else you should know about this particular class is that it had a substitute teacher. He had a more militaristic style and actually expected the "Little Ninjas" to just follow directions without talking and seemed rather annoyed that they would just blurt out their random questions or comments.

So as the "Little Ninjas" (attempt to) stand at attention my darling princess of a daughter asks, "Do you have pink belts here?"

Master Military replies, "Um, no."

Then Little Ninja Kyrsten asks, "Well, do you have purple belts?"

M.M. replies, "No, we don't have purple either."

To which L.N. Kyrsten proclaims, "Well I like pink and purple."

At this point I expected Master Military to make them all do push ups (yep, he did that throughout the class), but instead he said to her, "Well, when you move on to the next belt, your mom can dye your white belt pink or purple."

This was a satisfatory answer for Kyrsten and for mom. Maybe I should give Master Military a little more credit.

Tae Kwon Do Class

There are so many stories from Evan's Tae Kwon Do class that I could tell. I was biting my lip to keep from laughing the entire time, while furiously texting all the funny things Master Kil (wouldn't it be scary if it were two l's) said to the new white belts to Natalie.

He would ask them questions and then tell them the answer he expected them to give when asked again. For example.

Master Kil: Who is your hero?

Students: My mom and dad because they do everything for me.

Sometimes he would ask a question, let the students give some answers and then tell them the expected answer to the question.

So then Master Kil asks, " Who is your best friend?"

And Evan shouts out, "God!"

Not what Master Kil was looking for, but a perfect answer in my book!

*Look forward to future Master Kil stories, I'm sure!