There is a season... It's Soccer Season!

To everything - run, run, run

There is a game - run, run, run

And a time for a soccer purpose under heaven

A time to be fast, a time to slow

A time to kick, a time to dribble

A time to kill, a time to live

A time to laugh, a time to weep

To everything - run, run, run

There is a game - run, run, run

And a time for a soccer purpose under heaven

A time to stand tall, a time to fall down

A time to score, a time to scorn

A time to elbow away opponents

A time to gather the team together

To everything - run, run, run

There is a game - run, run, run

And a time for a soccer purpose under heaven

A time of war, a time of peace

A time of love, a time of hate

A time you may embrace

A time to refrain from heckling

To everything - run, run, run

There is a game - run, run, run

And a time for a soccer purpose under heaven

A time to score, no time to lose

A time to head, a time to butt

A time to push, a time too great

A time to defeat, I swear it's not too late!

Woo Hoo!  May the BEST team WIN!   Go Girls!

Should've been a Cowgirl

Should've learned to rope and ride
Wearin' my Wranglers, ridin' my burro on a cattle drive

Stealin' those young guys weapons
Shootin' and Ridin' with my ten gallon stetson

Had a side kick with a funny name
Shirley Temple wasn't up for this Western game

Go West young girl
Before you get old, Texas is full of men and oil

Sleepin out all night amid those West Texas hills
Kickin off my boots and passin out against my wills

Should've been a Cowgirl!

Home Maid II

Can't find your socks? Check your closet floor!

Can't turn your clothes outside-in? Then they will be laundered, dried, and folded in the same way that you left them on the floor.

Can't find a clean bowl? Grab one out of the sink (mine are in the dishwasher)!

Now, can we discuss a maid?

Put this on your list

"everyday Kidculture" is a calendar of events in our city. Let's keep the kids cultured! Aware! Updated! In style! There are several events listed for every day of the month... some fun, some serious, some educational, and some silly.

Story time at varying sites, Library time, the Zoo, Movies, Dora on stage, the Wiggles, Barney, Museums, theater, plays, musicals, arboretum, aquarium, planetarium, bouncy house arenas, ice skating, roller skating, cooking classes, art classes, Spanish classes, participatory sports, spectator sports, camps galore and more!

And, how did I miss this one? Next weekend, MONSTER TRUCKS UNLEASHED. For all your little motorheads (and big motorheads)! Now, that is CULTURE!

Here's to Fathers!

Bonkers Baby,
Cuckoo Cat,
Doo Doo Doggy,
How 'bout that?

Goofy Girly,
Lazy Lad,
Madcap Mommy,
Where is Dad?

Swimming? Golfing? Snoozing? Fishing? Lazing? Procrastinating? Running? Building? Well, where ever he has disappeared to ... we hope he is enjoying HIS day!

Why I Don't Hire A Babysitter?

I quickly put the baby down for a nap. Babysitter arrives and appears to be eager. Currently, the babysitter has free time and can relax until busy baby wails from her crib. I assume baby will wake up in one hour. I create an even easier scenario as I take big sister with me. There is only one sleeping baby in the house.

I have three errands to accomplish. My estimated time of return is two and one half hours. I will probably create a fourth errand if time permits. Off we go.

We hustle. The first two errands are complete within an hour. I curb the urge to phone home reassuring myself that the babysitter will phone if there is a problem. Besides, I do not want to wake up sleeping baby.

The next errand is long and is finally complete in one hour. We decide to tackle the fourth errand which takes a mere twelve minutes. Whew! Errands are finished for the day. And that saves me from having to tote two girls tomorrow.

We return home after two hours and twelve minutes. Just eighteen minutes earlier than our estimated return.

We enter the house through the back door. The house seems to be extraordinarily quiet. The babysitter's car is still parked in its spot.

Upon further investigation, we discover a trail of spoons on the kitchen floor. The spoons lead us into the playroom. The playroom is disorderly. Crayons have been strewn all over the hardwoods. (I'll probably discover a waxy diaper later.) We continue our search for baby and babysitter.

We spy a couple of crayons in the foyer and leading into the living room. The crayons lead us to plants... and more specifically, dirt. Dirt which has been expelled from its pot. And most likely ingested into some little person's belly.

Following the dirt trail, no baby in bedroom number one. No baby in bedroom number two. We venture into bedroom number three. Still no baby.

However, the babysitter has been located in bedroom number four. My husband is fast asleep (at four o'clock in the afternoon). And from the master bath, we hear tiny gales of laughter. We peek around the corner and there is baby ... making snow. Tissues and toilet paper have filled the bathroom, several inches thick.

And, yes, that is why I don't hire a babysitter!