late-ish

When you get to the ball field at 4:45 for a double header, it feels like it's 11:30 when you leave to head home.  Even though it's only 8:30.  Which is still late.

We beat the number one team in the league.

Yay!

And then lost to the last team in the league.

Lost to the team we beat 11-1 last week.

That's the way the old ball bounces.

Well, in baseball, there really aren't many bounces.

So then we got home.

Dirty, tired, hungry.

And ate sloppy joes at 9:30pm.

That about sums it up.

And I thought today was Thursday.

So there's that...

C'mon weekend

It's been a nutty two days.
I feel like this week has already gotten its money's worth.
Let's just skip straight to Saturday, shall we?

I've been working super duper hard on a marketing campaign with a very tight deadline, only to find out some things have changed and the whole thing is temporarily kaput.

Sounds ridiculous, I know.

Easy peasy. Just cancel the media schedule.  Revise the ads.  No big deal.

It's not.  But it is.

And it has caused some extraordinary levels of exhaustion and frustration in my internal systems.

Oh well, it's all good.

In other news, Coop was Big Chief Little Panther in the 5th & 6th grade production of Peter Pan yesterday.  To add to the existing stress, yesterday morning we had a feather fail on the big Indian headdress and had to make some emergency fixes utilizing the hot glue gun.   Guess 6:30 am is never too early to use the hot glue gun.

Here's hoping we can get over the hump today.

i got nothing but a picture of a bruise

It was a long, LONG, LONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG volleyballious weekendious.

It featured WINS. Yea!! And losses. Blah.

And the Captain's birthday! Woot!

I'm wiped out.

And my brain isn't working. At. All.

So I got nothing.

Instead, I'll just show you a picture of Jordan's arm. All hail the back row swagger.

Check.

First volleyball tournament of the year. Check.

Third place finish. Check.

Good playing. Good team. Good parents. Good coach. Check. Check. Check. Check.

Captain pulled over by Mr. State Trooper on the way home. Check.

Home sweet home. Check.

Fall in bed just in time to hear tornado sirens. Check.

Super tired on a Monday morning. Check.

Counting the hours until I'm back home to my heated throw and monkey slippers. Check.

I'll whine while you comment.

I'm tired.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I can hear all of you unsubscribing to this blog.

How many times in a row can I post "I'm tired." Apparently a lot.

The short story is, I had a meeting last night AFTER the volleyball game.

And I got home at 10:45 pm. And since I get up at 4:00 am, that's just not much sleep. And if you'll recall we got home Monday night about the same time the chickens were crowing.

Wait, do chickens crow? Or is that roosters? Oh dear.... Who cares ... But really, who says cockadoodledoo when the sun comes up? Roosters, I think.

Mercy. I'm tired. And stupid.

Plus, I'm fighting a cold. *achoo*

Awesome.

So, today I have nothing to say that is not of the whining variety. I'm sorry about that. But I'm so tired, my eyelashes hurt.

So, the job or writing today's post is on your shoulders.

Let me hear from you.

Tell me something.

Anything.

Really. Just say something. What you had for dinner last night. What the weather's like where you live. Who you're rooting for this weekend on the gridiron. Or just say hi.

Just say something.

Ready? Go.

The one where I'm still talking about volleyball

Another fabulous volleyball post. I know. It's just so exciting. Does anybody still even read this blog? Hello?

Anyway...

So, the JV game that normally starts at 5pm was scheduled to start at 6pm. Which means the varsity game that normally starts at 6pm would start at 7pm.

And after the 8th grade game ran late, the JV game didn't even start until 6:30 pm.

And then they lost in two. Boo.

And, not to brag, but Jordan had a great game. Yea.

I guess that's bragging since I'm talking about how well she played. But I guess it's my blog and my kid so I can brag if I want to. But, for what it's worth, I had three folks tell me they thought Jordan played the best game they've ever seen. So, apparently I wasn't the only one. And I'm proud of number seven.

I'm really just glad she didn't growl at the other team again tonight. Altho the first thing she said when she came over to the very comfortable bleachers, was "DUDE! DID YOU SEE ME BLOCK NUMBER TEN?!?!?!?" And then she made some sort of angry animal sound. Humph.

So, where were we? Oh, yes, sitting on the very comfortable bleachers... And the varsity game that normally starts at 6pm was supposed to start at 7pm, but then it was also senior night, so we had all that rah rah.

THEN the game started.

We were getting a big ol' dose of butt-whipping served up to us on a less than silver platter.

And it was kind of fine with me because by the time we were half-way through the third game - also known as the We Can Finally Head Home Game - guess what happened?!? Yes - A RALLY!!! And I don't know how I feel about a rally in the third game when it's already 9pm. You read that right. NINE PM. As in - well, as in nine pm.

We ended up losing the next game which made me so happy because I was almost unconscious with exhaustion which made me sad because I wanted to come back to beat those Mustangs. So that was the end of that.

And we headed home at 9:45 pm. And I had no feeling in my rear end. Because of four hours sitting on the very comfortable bleachers.

We got home, Jordan ate dinner, blew off her French homework and everybody went to bed. But somebody - aka ME - had to stay up and wait for the washing machine to finish so the "line dry only" jerseys could be line dried. Because we all know that "tumble dry low" doesn't really cut it and it would be pretty bad if that big number seven melted all over my dryer in my attempt to get a jump start on my sleep.

So now, here we are on Tuesday morning. And there was enough day in yesterday to at least count twice. But apparently not. I know it seems like all I talk about these days is how we are doing volleyball every night and how I am so tired. But we are doing volleyball every night. And I am so tired.

And, yes, there's a game tonight.

Somebody save me a seat on the very comfortable bleachers.

15 random facts about last night

1. It involves volleyball. Of course.

2. The JV team won - woot woot!

3. Jordan had a very good game. She had had a bad day and kind of took it out at the net.

4. And at one point, she growled at the other team ... right after she killed the ball down number twelve's throat.

5. The varsity team won a most exciting game that went to five very crazy, very close games.

6. Really, it was soooo exciting. And it was loud. It was crazy loud. One of the best matches I've ever seen. Ever. In the history of all my volleyball watching days.

7. Niece M got a mention in the paper today for her awesome block which was part of a key turning point in the game. YEA!!

8. The Captain and I had to work concessions again last night during the varsity game. Ick.

9. But when the match goes 22-25, 23-25, 25-23, 23-16, 15-8, there really isn't much business in the concession stand. So we got to still watch most of the game.

10. We finally got home at 9:30 pm.

11. And then we had to eat and shower and study and do all that regular nighttime stuff.

12. Jordan had tons of homework including studying for two huge tests.

13. I was still quizzing her on Greek mythology at 11:30 pm.

14. Personally, I think that's just too late to be attempting to learn about Zeus and Poseidon and all those other those folks.

15. And now it's Friday morning and I'm tired.

The End.

Three hundred days to go

Two days into the school year.

And it's already mayhem.

Like the summer never happened.

Filling out forms.

Writing checks.

Washing uniforms.

Arranging schedules.

Rearranging schedules.

Setting up transportation.

Making lunches.

Checking backpacks.

Covering books.

Buying supplies (still).

Fighting tiredness.

Can't we just ease into the school year.

Apparently not. It's just jump back in with wreckless abandon.

Three hundred days until summer.

*Yawn* and Go Griz!

So I stayed up too late last night.

And by last night, I actually mean this morning.

I went to bed at 1am.

Which equals only three hours of sleep for me.

I stayed up to watch the Grizzlies lose.

In a 3OT play-off game.

And by 3OT, I mean triple overtime.

Man.

What a game.

Tough loss.

Minimal sleep.

Yawn.

Gonna' be a long day.

But, Go Griz.

In. Som. Nia.

So apparently my body now thinks it's hilarious to wake up around 1:30 or so and be wide stinking awake until about 3:30.

Sometimes I just wake up for no reason. Sometimes Captain the Snoring Warthog wakes me up. Lately things like tornado sirens and thunder wake me up.

This whole "not sleeping at night" thing is problematic for several reasons.

First of all, sleeping through the night just seems like the normal thing to do. I've been doing it since I was about eight weeks old.

I get up at 4am every day. So falling asleep at 3:30 really isn't that much of a victory.

It makes me verrrrrry sleepy the next day if I've been up half the stupid night. I mean, the boss is really not a fan of the mid-day nap.

Usually, once I wake up, I'll head on over to the couch. Because even if Captain the Snoring Warthog hasn't woken me up, chances are he's tearing it up pretty good anyway and that keeps me awake. Or the shower dripping. Or the clock ticking. Or the fan clicking.

The last two nights I've just slept on the couch from the get-go. Mainly because the Captain now has some sort of cooties. So I have banished him and his germy self to the bedroom. With a good healthy spray of Lysol. *ccchhhhh ccchhhhh* If he looks at me -- or exhales -- I spray him. *cccccchhhhhhhhhh*

So if anybody else can't sleep or is just a night owl, hit me up sometime.

I'll be hanging out on the couch playing Words with Friends and catching up on Twitter.

Have a good day people. More rain headed our way today. Lovely.

A lotta' yee haw and a little yawn.

Last night was fun.

We saw this guy and this guy and this guy too.

Yep - all three of 'em.

The concert was great.

It just turned into a very. late. night.

The show wasn't over until after 11pm.

Thirty minutes back across town toward our house.

Thirty minutes PAST our house to take Jordan's friend-boy home.

Thirty minutes BACK to our house.

That put me home at 12:30 am.

And in bed shortly after.

My alarm goes off at 4:00 am.

(Ridiculous, isn't it?)

Isn't it illegal to go to bed on the same day that you wake up?

I'm pretty sure it is.

Anyway, for all you non-math majors, that is about three hours of sleep.

THREE. HOURS. OF. SLEEP.

Seriously.

So needless to say, I'm a bit weary this morning.

*yawn*

Coffee please.

At least it's Friday.

And my boss it out of town.

Which translates to "Hooray! I can sleep at my desk today!"

I'M KIDDING!

Kind of....

Have a nice weekend people.

I plan to spend the whole weekend in my pajamas.

Sleeping, and watching football, and finalizing my Thanksgiving grocery list.

Pssssst - Did you know Thanksgiving is NEXT WEEK?

Mercy.

Alrighty, gotta' go find some shoes to match the bags under these eyes.

Peace. Out.

*yawn*

I don't know how I can be so tired today.

I just had a vacation.

I didn't even work Monday.

All the volleyball whatever is over.

At least temporarily.

Football was minimal.

But I'm pooped.

And I got nothing for you today.

I'm too tired to even tell you about how, on the way to the beach last Tuesday night, Jordan, Connie, Niece M and I met a Middle Eastern tribal jazz hippie rock band featuring a belly dancer at a rest stop in Nowhereville, Mississippi and later reported a forest fire which was burning along the interstate just south of Nowhereville, Mississippi. Yes, I'm serious.

Have a nice weekend people. I leave you with two words....

College. Football.

I. Am. So. Tired.

This sums up my life these days.



But it's Friday! Hooray! The weekend cometh.

And it brings....

....a football jamboree and a 12-hour volleyball tournament....

....a climb to the summit of Mount Laundry....

....a trip to the grocery cause my cupboards are bare and my family has grown fond of food....

....and hopefully a ginormous nap on Sunday.

Have a groovy weekend people.

(Guess what we'll be doing NEXT Saturday!?!? I'll give you a hint.... It starts with COLLEGE. And ends with FOOTBALL. Fire up the pep band and grab your pom-pons people!!!)

Up with - and probably before - the chickens

The good news: A local TV station is doing their live cut-ins for their morning show from my office today to interview all our physicians that have been and are going to Haiti for medical mission trips. Hooray! I'm really excited about this little PR coup.

The bad news: The key word in the sentence above is "morning".

As in the show started at 5:00 am.

As in the crew had to be let in the building at 4:00 am.

As in I am the one who had to let them in.

As in I had to get up at 2:45 in order to get ready and get to the office by 4:00 am.

As in there is not enough coffee in the whole wide world.