New boy in the neighborhood/ Lives downstairs and it's understood...

In case you didn't read the Sunday comics, now you can have that song running though your head like I have through mine all day.

Where the Time Goes

At least until basketball season is over, Thursdays kill me.  (Friday I have no excuse for.)  It's math day; Faith has basketball practice at 7 which means there's no time for dinner between when Tommy gets home and time to leave; and I leave practice early to catch the beginning of "Person of Interest" at 8 so I can tell what Tommy what's happened when he gets home with the kids.

I'm two weeks behind on reading the daily newspaper, and this Thursday it was 11 PM before I realized I hadn't eaten anything all day.  I didn't eat breakfast, skipped lunch, and didn't have time for dinner.

Don't call us Dallas

A couple of interesting articles on the Dallas-Fort Worth rivalry:

This one was in our newspaper today, and this is in Texas Monthly.

2012 Flashback: Upward Basketball

Just realized I never uploaded a photo of the kids in uniform last year.  I can't believe how much older Eric looks just a year later!

Most Valuable Fan

As a follow-up to this post, there's a boy on Faith's team named Nathan.  Her team played just before Eric's on Saturday, and Tommy went to their post-game meeting while I found seats at the other court where his team was playing.  When he came down to sit with me, he said Nathan's mother had been there and had thanked him for cheering for her son from the sidelines every game.  Nathan told his mom, "Faith's dad is great.  He's like my biggest fan."

Putting all our eggs in one basket

I had to run to Target today because we were out of milk.  A family with three small children and a baby in the parents' arms was walking in the door just ahead of me, and the three ambulatory kids were running ahead of their parents, talking about who was going to be the last one in and, thus, the "rotten egg."

It reminded me of about three years ago.  We were leaving our favorite pizza restaurant, and Tommy was trying to motivate the kids to get in the car quickly so he said that 'last one in is a rotten egg.'  Well, Eric raced for the car, climbed in ahead of Faith, and cheered, "I'm the rockin' egg!"

So in our family, the first one in is the rockin' egg.

Serendipity

This guy was at the kids' basketball games this morning.  Turns out his dad owns the sports photography company that takes the team pictures every year, and he came along to help sell photo packages to parents. Turns out, even more coincidentally, that he grew up in Fort Worth and actually came to a few youth lock-ins in our church gym where the games were played today when he was in junior high.  Our family pastor who doubles as our announcer asked him to speak at halftime and tell his story, so we heard it twice, once during Faith's game and again during Eric's.  I, obviously, had never heard of him, but apparently he was on a reality show in addition to being a mixed martial artist (which I only know is a thing from Monica's millionaire boyfriend on "Friends.")

Book Lovers Outraged Over Sexy ‘Anne of Green Gables’ Cover

Book Lovers Outraged Over Sexy ‘Anne of Green Gables’ Cover:

And you thought it was controversial when Bernice bobbed her hair....

Wardrobe function?

A local radio DJ said on the air today that when a friend's eight-year-old saw Beyonce's Super Bowl halftime show, she turned to her mom and asked, "Does that lady know she forgot some of her clothes?"

2012 Flashback: Birthday cake

As you might have been able to tell from the photo in Saturday's post, Faith's birthday cake this year was a Kit-Kat cake.  If you haven't had one before, it's a round two-layer cake with Kit-Kats stuck on vertically all around the sides and mini M&Ms covering the top, so none of the frosting is actually visible.  Ours was a white cake; they offered chocolate, but I can't even imagine how rich that would have to be: chocolate cake with chocolate frosting coated with chocolate candies.

This was Faith's birthday cake last year.  Very cute, but those icing polka-dots and ribbon are absolutely inedible.  They're so thick, you can barely cut through them when you're slicing the cake.  It's like trying to eat chewing gum.

Birthday girl