Posts from the ‘Bubba’ Category

More football ‘cus I got nothin’!

I have been chasing my tail in circles since Thursday so I can’t even think of anything coherent to write about-but here ya go…love this song and the video will have you grabbin’ for the tissues!

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Friday football pics

Bubba has his football picrures today.  It ought to be fun considering that his jersey really doesn’t fit.

I don’t mean tight…I mean it really is too small.

It took me ten minutes to wrestle his shoulder pads into it last night.  Then his daddy had to come over and help him cram himself into it.

After which he cold move his arms but the amount of chafing he would have gotten under his arms from those elasticized sleeves….yeeeoooouuuch!

So-short post today but  I am trying to stay in the habit of posting so, here ya go…I think I’ll try a video too!  Or not!  How about a pic of the oby getting his too small jersey!

Readin’…ritin’…and reeoowwwrrr…

The monsters took their reading placement tests today.  Apparently the lady was kind of shocked.  Bubba scored in the 4th grade range.  Lullibell tested at the highest fifth grade range in less than ten minutes…I think this might make it difficult for them to place them in a class to challenge them.  The current reading choices in the monster realm right now are, for Bubba-Percy Jackson and the Lightening Thief, and for Lullibell-well, honestly she just finished the third book in the Guardians of Ga’Hoole series and she has finished all of the books that I bought for her at the beginning of the summer.  I think I need to join some kind of book exchange or something for her.

The cool thing about Lullbell today was that she told me she was REALLY excited about the first day of school this year.  This is really not like her.  I am not sure what this means except maybe she is tired of being home with me all day.

My summer reading has hit a stall.  I am trying to finish all of the Inkheart books.  I have not enjoyed them immensely.  They are tedious to read, sad and altogether cumbersome to carry around.  I miss the days of spending the whole summer reading everything I could by, oh I don’t know, Stephen King or something!  Not sure why I chose these tomes to bog down my summer but I think it had something to do with watching fifth graders check them out and actually read them that made me think it would be a cinch!

And now for the catty part of my post.  Why can’t people just be happy for each other and just move on?  I mean, when somebody has been struggling to find a job for almost a year and they finally get one why can’t people be excited for them, let them do their job and not covet what they have to the point of making them miserable?

Here is my advice for the one being tormented.  Do your job.  Be the best you can at your job.  Let the other people fall on their faces because they are more obvious than you think-people will see them for what they are and you will look better for it in the long run.  Don’t go out of your way to spend time with these idiots.  And don’t expend any energy in thinking about what they think about you!

A Haircut…and grounded AGAIN!

I took Bubba to get a haircut today.  This is one of those things I hate about moving-finding someone to cut that boys hair…he has more crowns and cowlicks than a Dairy Queen!  We went to one place and read the signs on the door before we went in…turns out it was a place where they do “ethnic hair”…I didn’t figure he needed a new weave or braids so we looked for another place.

When we pulled up in front Bubba saw the barber pole and decided this was the place for him.  I thought we were in the right place too.  The owner was Korean with very little English!  I had to show him a picture of the haircut we wanted which scared the bajeezus out of me!  But He gave Bubba a great haircut and Bubba declared him a “really nice guy” on the way out the door.

After that we came home and worked around the house some and the kids got in the pool…where they fought the whole time.  Then the monsters went for a bike ride…and fought the whole time.  Later I asked them to gather all of the trash up from the small room cans….and they fought the whole time!  With the use of the term of endearment “shut up”   they earned some time at their newest and seemingly fairly effective punishment-sitting at the kitchen table with the book they are reading at the moment and a notebook and pencil.  While this doesn’t really sound like much of a punishment it works pretty well because of the location…they can’t curl up and read/write and they can’t watch tv, listen to music, or play a video game at their leisure…which thoroughly ticks them off.  So far so good!

Boys like to get new clothes too!

Momma and I took Bubba shopping today.  He likes shopping for clothes about a bazillion times more than Lullibell.  We bought him a bunch of new shirts and shorts which he wouldn’t even consider letting us choose for him except to find his size!  I think the most important thing to find were a new pair of camo shorts…but he also liked the burgundy cargo plaid ones an awful lot too.  We also found him a new pair of oopaloompa/kulot shorts—which he loved and refused to leave the store without!

On an even more humorous note-last night he tried to curse at me…which didn’t turn out so well for him for the obvious reason that good southern boys don’t cuss at their momma’s because daddy was gonna whup him and for the not so obvious reason—the boy has no experience using cuss words so it came out as, “you fuss at me to go to bed every…(long thoughtful pause)…Hell day!!!”

Driving

Driving across green
Beautiful Virginia
with the girl monster

 

Listening to songs,
singing and laughing with her
going to grandma’s

 

A swimming party,
new kix, playing on the slide,
wandering the hills

 

Friends and family
It’s good to be home again
loving all the time!

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Lullibell and I are going to my mom’s this weekend for the annual fireman’s picnic.  Bubba and daddy will be staying home for football.  Should be good for them.  Hubbymonster is even going to take Bubba to buy his school shoes this weekend-tax free, baby!!!

Fall…does it really rhyme with football?