Creamed

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Bob's soccer team, The Red Fire Dragons, had a game on Saturday. The team's most "competitive" player was out of town with his family. The opposing team was a little older, a little more experienced. Regarding players this age, the league encourages us not to keep score but I couldn't help but notice that we scored exactly one. The other team scored one approximately every forty seconds. Some highlights from our team:

Bob got smacked in the side of the head with the ball and referred to it as "good defense."

It was Dylan's turn to throw in the ball. He held the ball over his head but before he would throw it,  he ran to his mom on the sidelines to give her a kiss.

 Cody was kicking the ball from the sidelines into the field and missed. He landed on his backside with the ball underneath him.

Bob scored a goal... for the other team.

The referee took our guys into a huddle and gave them a pep talk.

Dylan got a ball in the face, breaking his glasses and sending them flying in two different directions.

The other team's coach had actual plays drawn out on a clipboard. On our side, the parents reminded the players which way to run by pointing.

Bob got nailed in the chest with the ball and referred to it as "good defense."

Out on the field, Bob had words with one of the players from the other team. "I told him that having fun was the most important thing and he said it wasn't but I know it is."

I love The Red Fire Dragons.

Smacksy Sunday Links

 
A great idea. Spreading fun for kids in poor countries.

If you're a Nina Simone fan (and why wouldn't you be?) you need this. Watch all the way to the end. Via my friend Tedd.

This grandma and her cat - a beautiful photo essay.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Bales of Happy

On top of the world.

Empty Lap

As I've been sitting down this week to write for my NaNoWriMo project, I keep thinking how much Vi would have loved it. She was a lap sitter. Me, sitting at the computer for hours would have been very all right with her. And her co-piloting my writing would have made me happy. I miss Violet, you guys. 

Those Dudes

"Mom? Are you still wearing the crown we gave you? You're the evil princess. We're going to come attack you but it's going to be a sneak attack, so don't look. No really, stop looking. Wait, Mom! Teddy's trying to get in the fort with me and Desmond!"

Civic Duties

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 "I still don't understand why I can't vote."

"You have to be eighteen-years-old, Bob."

"Are you sure? I heard 'every vote counts.' Doesn't that include mine?"

"Not yet. It will in twelve years."

"Can I go with you and watch you vote?"

"Always."

Night Moves

10:15pm  The guys are spread out across the bed, Teddy is asleep with his head on my pillow.

10:20pm  I finally get Teddy to move to the foot of the bed so I can go to sleep.

1:15am  Jeff gets up to let Daisy outside.

1:17am  They return, Bob has rolled over and is taking up Jeff's spot. Jeff moves his 6'4" self into the twin bed in Bob's bedroom.

3:20am  Bob wakes up and misses Jeff and moves into the twin bed with him.

4:40am  The dogs wake up and join the guys in the twin bed, leaving me alone to enjoy the king bed.

Sweet Dreams.