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Whew. What a weekend. I’m coming off of being pretty sick, first with that migraine earlier in the week, then I got Gosh knows what that led me to urgent care on Saturday and three prescriptions, a retracted ear drum, which actually bled through the middle of the night. I’m going back to the doctor tomorrow because I feel like I’m living in a half-tunnel right now.

But, I can’t let a little pain and suffering stop me from the weekend because today marks the anniversary of one of the best days of my life, and that is the day I was given the best gift in my life, and that is the gift of Motherhood.

Today is my firstborn’s birthday.

Ajers is 11. Wow. Eleven years, one hour and 37 minutes ago as I type these words, he was pulled from my cesarean cut and it was announced that I had a boy. And that’s when I felt like my work here on earth was done. Either that, or my anesthesia medication was wearing off because I felt like I was going to stop breathing and die at that moment. Then, they konked me out.

So anyway. You can tell I’m not right with the words and that is probably because there’s that incessant ringing in my left ear from the who knows what is going on in there. We had all sorts of grandparents here this weekend and Friday night we saw High School Musical III.

It is so wrong to have such inappropriate lustful thoughts about Zac Effron, isn’t it? And why do I think he is so hot? I don’t know, but he is. And the movie was as formulaic as the other two, as thought-out and crafted exactly as the other two were, with exactly the same amount of slow tunes vs. dance tunes, vs. a Ryan and Sharpay tune but I loved every minute of it. And I got the goosebumps, and I cheered and I even cried a little bit and Diva looked up at me and said, “You’re not crying are you? Don’t cry!” She hates when I cry at the kiddie movies.

We’re going to see it again next weekend!

Then Saturday, whatever I had was escalating, but gee, we had three children’s sporting events and we had to ‘represent!’ I took Tukey, and the grandparents and Mr. Manic took Diva and Ajers to their games. Tukey’s soccer was a playoff game. Their team is really, really, REALLY good. In kindergarten, the first year these little tykes every played, they made it all the way to the playoff game where these little five-year-olds who knew nothing of the sport played on a college field for the championship! They had no clue what they were doing but they made it to the playoffs at age 5!

Now they know what they’re doing, and for this game on Saturday, to move up to the next playoff game, all they had to do was tie the team they were playing. That means they had to make sure the other team did not score.

The coach put Tukey in as goalie. No drama here. Tukey let one through. It crushed me to watch him react as he realized it happened, that the other team scored on him. I watched his body language from the hill where I sat. I could tell he was crying. He kicked his foot in fury. He wiped at his eyes. He was devastated. So was I.



The end score was them ONE, us ZERO. We were knocked out of the playoffs.

After the game, Tukey told me, “It was all my fault.” Ugh. I explained to him that it was not his fault. But still. That kind of thing just sucks.

On a good note, Diva’s team, who has never won a game EVER in two seasons finally WON their last game! Of which I was not in attendance because I was at Tukey’s game. She was so happy though, to finally get to experience a win. She still does not want to play soccer ever again. We’ll see what happens when her coach comes calling in the spring!

Then after the games, I took myself to Immediate Care which is a big joke cuz Immediate Care is more like “2-3 Hour Care!” And yes, I waited in one room while I heard the doctor in another room giving a high school kid his sports physical at IMMEDIATE CARE! “Now cough please!” THAT’S IMMEDIATE? THAT’S URGENT? YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE DOCTOR ON SATURDAY FOR THAT?

I finally got myself some antibiotics, then took myself home, got into bed and cried in pain because of my ear and all this other crap that’s going on in my head. I needed to be well for today, for Ajer’s birthday because we had big plans. We had Blue Man Group plans!

We took the kids and my parents to Blue Man Group and had a blast. Mr. and I had seen the show in Vegas when I was preggo with Tukey like 8 years ago so we knew what to expect, but it was still loads of fun, and even more fun was experiencing it with our kids. So much fun! We were in the fifth row, which is the “Poncho” section! Ajers had an old Halloween mask from last year he brought with and here are some pics. We also got some pics with the Blue Men at the end.
















Nana and Ajers getting BLUE:


Then we went out to dinner where Ajers got to order whatever he wanted and the dude opted for filet mignon, baked potato and a root beer float. Like immediately after, he got this strange look on his face like he wasn’t feeling too hot and now he’s thinking he’s not doing too good. When we got home he took a hot shower, then kind of moaned, “OH NO!” When I asked him what was the matter, he said, “I have rock climbing at school tomorrow—I don’t want to miss that if I don’t feel good!”

So, busy weekend, filled with a little bit o’ this and a little bit o’ that. Hope you all had a good one! And Happy Happy Birthday to my darling Ajers, who is 11 years old, and if I may just brag a bit, he did receive a citizenship award at school for being an all-around great kid! I’m so proud he’s mine!
Oh, and PS--I'm such a classy mom I didn't even have candles around for Ajers so we had to improvise--if you look closely you'll see there's a 2 and a 5 and then one extra candle on his cake. That means 2 x 5 = 10 + 1 = 11!!! See, I can do me some math!