Mama's Getting a New Cell Phone!

I am not a techie type, not a gadget girl, at times, I think I may even be a tad technically challenged, however, I do like to keep up with the latest technology, albeit, it takes me a while to catch up.

I want to text. I really want to text. I love to write, and type, so I know I will love texting. I refuse, however, to text on the regular cell phone, as I have enough “old school” habits as it is. I need a “qwerty” keyboard.

Yesterday, I was on a quest to find the perfect new texting machine for me. I used one of my favorite pass times, Facebook, to network and find out which cell phone might be right for me. A couple of my Facebook friends suggested the Verizon Voyager, which has been referred to as the iPhone killer. Two co-workers have the Verizon Voyager and one loves it the other suggested the enV2, which I ended up getting for Big D.

At lunch I visited my local Verizon store and tried one on, I love, love, love it. It is sleek, smooth, fancy, classy, technical, practical, and most of all it’s got a QWERTY keyboard, with decent sized buttons for the beginner texter! A perfect monthly package that satisfies Big D as well as P, it’s a slam dunk!

All the way home, I am thrilled and excited, (I just love new stuff) I walk in the door, ‘lil bro who noticed that I had been obsessing about the new phone all day on Facebook, although he never offered any advise, laughed at me and said that the Voyager is a huge, awkward, phone that I wouldn’t like and I should have gotten the iPhone, which he has and things is the greatest phone ever. He yucked it up about the size and that it doesn’t fold and oh, it’s bigger than my home phone, blah, blah, he’s a real comedian.

My new fancy, schmancy texting machine shall arrive in the mail within the next few days, and I know, well, I think I will love it. I guess we will see if the new purchase is really a killer or not!

Peace

Beaming with Pride

I am beaming today.

Nothing can bring me down.

My Schmoogie has always made me proud, but today I am the most proud of him that I have ever been.

In a meeting yesterday with his teacher, who I adore, respect and love, and his counselor, yes, he has a counselor, I was given some of the most amazing news ever.

Schmoogie scored the highest score of all the third graders in his school, on a standardized math pre-test. He too has been offered an art scholarship to attend an Art Camp at East End Arts Council over the winter break next week. His behaviour has improved, and in the last year has excelled in baseball, football and basketball.

He is not only athletically inclined, he also excels academically, and now he has unearthed an art talent. I am so proud of him.

A well rounded, happy child, what more could you ask for!

Peace

Football Dad

The weather has been frightful here on the NoFo, until this Saturday, when it really began to warm up.

Schmoogie had a basketball game and a subsequent playdate with one of his bball buddies later that afternoon. Much to my surprise, and as I am about to leave for a haircut appointment, I notice that Big D not only brought home one bball buddy, but two. Big undertaking for Big D, who also will have the well rested, soon to be up from a nap, Noodle to deal with.

I cannot help but smile as I get into the car, say whew to myself and high tail it out of the driveway. He'll be fine.

Approximately one hour and fifteen (all to myself) minutes later, I return home to the same place I high tailed out of to find the same smile on my face. As I look at the wanting to be green, water saturated grass, I see four children, one toddler, and the best Daddy on the block playing a football game. Big D recruited yet a third boy for the playdate, a neighborhood child that I adore, so Big D could become official quarterback and the boys could enjoy a well balanced, fair and even teamed game of football.

The toddler child, Noodle, ran aimlessly after another football that Schmoogie and his friends feverishly threw anywhere on the grass and yelled "run Noodle, run, yeah, touchdown"!

It started getting colder and one of the boys asked for a sweatshirt, then another, another and another, until they were all sweatshirt-ed up and I ran into to turn on the tea kettle. Hot cocoa all around. I quickly made six cups of cocoa and set up a plate of cookies.

They started filing in, hungry, cold and thirsty. After a well needed round of gatorade, I direct them to the dining room.

Big D sat in the dining room with the five boys and I stood in the doorway watching them sip cocoa and snack on cookies, listening to the days best plays, the worst plays, those that were executed perfectly and those not, smiling as they all giggle, sip and chew. I listened to Big D compliment the boys, encourage them to practice in areas of need and answer questions they had about plays.

As I stood there, I couldn't help but think how lucky my children are to have been blessed with one of the best fathers in the world. Then it occurred to me, hey, I'm darn lucky too!

Peace.