Poor Nerdy Coach....

Coach was very bummed to see his lack of Birthday Shout-outs in the Comment Section.
After Doc blazed the way with No Fewer than 27 Comments on her Birthday, Coach was hoping for a little more Love.
He exclaimed,
"What the Bleep? I'm practically the Main Character of the whole Blog!"

You are more than happy to laugh at his expense, yet not kind enough to show little JC some respect. (notice I added 'little'... I am funny.)
Sweetbreads
Flag Girl
Big Bro-hol
The General, Munchkin...etc.
Gramma G (his VERY OWN Mother! Not only did you fly down to Florida on his birthday, apparently that entire State is without Internet Service.)
Shame on all of you.

Still, the real Moral of this Story remains...
If this Blog were High school
and my characters were in a popularity race,
Obviously, Doc will always be our Homecoming Queen.

Congratulations, Doc.
I suppose,
that actually makes you Superflyawesome.
And Coach is just some guy,
we all make fun of.
His Ego may never recover from this.

Swirling Around in a 'Sea of Love'

Come with me
My love
(Hurry, let's run away, before they notice.)

To the sea (Bourbon Street)
The sea of love
(I'm not sure Bourbon St is a 'Sea of Love'... more like Street paved in Sin. But it made people Happy.
To each his own.)

Do you remember
When we met? (First Willy's, than Turtles.)
(Likely, you barely remember either but both were extremely romantic locales.)

That's the day
I knew you were my pet
(Not really 'my pet' so much, but you had cute hands and were funny. Same Diff.)

I wanna tell you
how much
I Love you
(Ummm, 'Love'? Are we really committing to 'that word'. We just barely met, for gosh sakes!)

I wanna tell you
just how much
I Love you.
(Fine. I suppose, I really do.)


Happy Birthday, Coach.
You are absolutely,
the Pepperoni, on our Pizza.
The Bounce, in our Step.
The Swish, of our Free Throw.
The Bacon, on top of our Nachos.

Without you,
this family would be pretty bland.

Family Picture Day. Good Times.

A Few questions/Observations from:
Family Picture Day
(aka The Morning My Head Rotated in a Circle)

1. First. Why... is Family Picture Day, always the morning my Hair decides we have never met? Explain to me, if I ran to Dairy Queen on a Tuesday afternoon and bump into No One, my hair is a Pantene Advertisement. And yet, if I plan a Professional Picture, for 3 weeks... My hair will simultaneously be Dry yet Wet, Straight yet Frizzy, Puffy yet Flat and Curly on one side and mildly wavy on the other?
I could blame it on spending 48 solid minutes perfecting 4 tiny ponies.... Except my Hair has failed me at nearly every professional event, in my Lifetime. Yes, Sydney... Curly Hair is SO BLEEPIN Fun! I would love (dare) one person to walk up to me this week and exclaim, "You are SO lucky to have naturally curly hair! You NEVER have to get a perm!".
The same questions may be posed for:
Poor Outfit Selection.
Famously last second chin pimples.
And temporary hand paralysis leading to spontaneous inability to NOT shove eyeliner pencil directly into eye.

2. In 83% of the proofs, Coach's face appears to be physically pained by the entire experience. Obviously, Acting is not one of his Superflyawesome skills.

3. Please tell me, Why Tink hates to be pretty?
Literally, she screamed,
"I cant NEBER be Berry Pretty!"
Good luck to ya, Future Prom Date.

4. Coco has either perfected her 'Wink' ooorrrr, has one of those Notorious Lazy Picture Flash eyes. I'm gonna go with the 'Wink'. I would appreciate the rest of you, jumping on that bandwagon.

5. Can someone locate the Guinness world record, for the amount of times a mother has exclaimed in a very stern whisper... "Just Chill OUT and sit Still!" in the 20 minutes prior to the photographer arriving?

6. Last, I was thrilled to realize, The Kid's very expensive Glare Proof Glasses, are actually a NASA strength magnetic ray for every reflection or flash for a 2.3 mile radius.
Not that I mind, I secretly hoped to remember his 9th Birthday, as the month he shot Lasers from his eyes.

I have only viewed a small selection of the Proofs.
Despite their drama..
my children are the most beautiful group of Drama-filled Misfits, Eva. The unbiased public, will be the Judge, when and if I ever Print, label/stamp and mail my Christmas Cards.

Dear GG:

Your Grandson believes you are invincible.
He is convinced you can leap tall buildings.
It is inconceivable to Coach,
that life could ever shake your strut.
And by Golly,
I am pretty sure, he is right.

GG,
very similar to my little Tink, you are tiny but NOT frail. You appear sweet and mini but you are NOT a push-over.
You are the proud matriarch to a big, booming family of Full.of.Life Irish men and women. You have created a dynasty, to be proud of. Your 'decedents' are amazingly beautiful, vibrant, caring and painfully hilarious. Especially, to each other.
I am honored to share your name.
To raise just a few of your MANY great-grandchildren.
To have married, your grandson.

You are an amazing woman of faith.
A candle you burn, for your grand-children in want, feels as magically powerful, as if lit by an Angel.

I am convinced, 94 ain't gonna slow you down!
You know what they say,
your 90's are the new 30's...

Happy Birthday, GG!
You are the tiny star, we all orbit around.

Shiny Happy People Laughing...

Twelve...
You are Joyful.
Joyous.
A Tru Joy to be around.



J:
Jubilant. Jolly. Jovial. Jabber Box. Jester. Juvenescence. Jumping-bean.

O:
Open. Optimistic. Overjoyed. Outstanding. Outrageous.

Y:
Yellow-sunshiny. Youthful. Yummy. Yakkity-Yak

Yep.
You are a bright, bubbly bundle of bouncy Joy.
A giggling, glossy, giddy gift of Glee.
A Tiny, tender-hearted, ticket to teasing Trouble.

Thanks for illuminating our family with Smiles. It is impossible to Frown anywhere near your Joy.

Happy Birthday, Twelve.
We love you!

Flashback Friday-ish

Exactly, one year ago, I posted my Bucket List.
(Reference back, Nov. 2009)

And I am proud to have solidly Checked Off Five.
And a Half.

7.) Eat an authentic Cajun Meal in New Orleans.
Check!

12.) Finish the Back Bathroom
NO! Coach, that is NOT Checked.

16.) Attend the Oprah Show.
NO! Oprah, Can you Please Hear Me?!

20.) Take my family to the Mountains.
Check.

22.) Spend a Full Day With Coco.
Check. Pretty much. And she is cute.

28.) Plant a Vegetable Garden.
Check. It was a success.
And I am going bigger, next year.

35.) Purchase an Awesome Sectional Couch for Family Movie Night.
Check. But now we need a bigger TV.

37.) Teach my Children, the Beatles are/were the Greatest Band Ever.
Check.
1 for 3, with The Kid.

I would like The List, to be continually updated with new Far Reaching Ideas, because I am a Happy.GrabbingtheWorldbyBothHand.Go-Lucky Lady.
Obviously.

Therefore,
Five New Dreams/Goals/Ridiculous Ideas....

1.) Actually, Attempt a semi-decent college-try at a Stupid, Stupid 5Mile Run. Blah.
Are you bleepin Happy, Mrs. and Doc??
WhatEv.

2.) Remodel My Kitchen.

3.) Spend One Full Coachonly Weekend in Chicago.

4.) Return To New Orleans.
Holla.
That city was beyond Awesome.

5.) Take our Children on the Train.

Alright.
See you back here, next Year.

Rockin The Heck out of that Vote...... The Update.

It appears the Referendum has passed
with 52% of the Votes.
Many Congratulations to our Town!

To the other 48%....
I am too thrilled, to pretend to sympathize.

To the Winning 52%....
Looks like you got a whole lot more, of Coach molding the minds of our youth, in your future.

Good luck with that.
It's a sad truth,
our children live with daily.
Join the Club.
We got T-shirts.

Seriously,
We like to make T-shirts.

Today.....

I will Vote:
YES

*Remember, to get out and Vote.
Do not allow others, to decide your Child's Future.