So many dark days when I long for the sun.
One way I make it through is to remember
"February will come!"
Often times life is just tough.
There are dark days when we long for light.
One way we can make it through is to remember
"Sunday will come!"
Uncle Shaun was called in to assist because he knows what he's doing. Then the work commenced.
Twenty years ago I knew I was not marrying a carpenter or an electrician. However, it's funny what someone can turn into when they have a DREAM.
Go ahead, ask the question.
I've already answered it a million times.
Is that a ...
BATTING CAGE??!!
Yes. Yes Sir, it is.
I know, I know, you have lots of questions racing through your head. I'll just go ahead and answer them because I already know what they are.
Are you afraid your windows will get broken?
Ummm, these 2 boys already took care of that before the cage went up. But no, chainlink can stop a ball pretty darn fast.
Can you hear anything from upstairs?
If you hit "line drives" I can't. However if you prefer fly balls or homeruns, well then it sounds like a bomb just hit the house. When we have little one's over, they cry.
Doesn't that bother you?
No. I'm used to it. I've quickly realized most hits are NOT line drives. However, it has scared the visiting teachers a few times. Actually, the blaring of the ipod is worse than the hitting.
Don't you hate all those teenagers in your house all the time?
Nope! But I do feel bad for them. They don't know how to react when I say "Hi" in my PJ's. Sadly, they're not scared by it anymore. That probably should bother me.
Do you let anyone use it?
You bet we do! It shouldn't sit empty. In fact it was used for a "date night" just last weekend but not by these two (Tenille can't catch ... LOL) but by two who shall not be named. We were tickled.
Aren't you afraid of people getting hurt?
Oh, kind of. Our brother, Mark, commented that it was painful when he got one in the back at such close range. It's not my fault he didn't follow the instructions on the door saying, "Helmet required when inside the cage". I hoping that piece of paper on the door will stand up in court if anyone is ever killed.
So, you just hit in there and that's it?
Heaven's no! Dill wanted a ping pong table for Christmas. Since the basement is a batting cage there was no place to put it. The decision was (reluctantly) made that ping pong can also be played in the cage. However if you were thinking of anything else then, no, it can't be used for that.
If you had it to do over again, would you?
In a heartbeat!! It keeps my boys home. I'll do anything for that.
Can I come over?
You bet your booties you can! I'd love to see ya!!
Hope your Halloween was HAPPY!
I'm sure it was the hardest "Goodbye" ever spoken.
Things were going well... for a MINUTE.
However, the boys quickly teamed up in an effort to make sure they'd like the gifts they were exchanging. They decided the best way to make this happen would be to pick out their OWN gift and hand it to the other brother to purchase.
In a matter of minutes my wonderful, hands on,
lesson had fallen apart... and so had I!
I huffed and puffed... and huffed and puffed... and huffed and puffed. Did I mention that
I huffed and puffed?
As I walked through Costco
my 2 weasel sons
followed close behind.
The big one kept reaching over my head and roaring, as the little one would laugh and repeat "something".
This scene repeated itself several times until I realized what was being said... and acted out. It was this:
Dillon would announce that his mother had turned into...
followed by Tyson roaring (like a "MomZilla" does), followed by an eruption of laughter from the 2 of them.
When I realized what was happening,
I whipped around and informed them
they had crossed the line!
Then I...
huffed and puffed again...
maybe even roared...
turned my back on them...
and smiled.
They make me happy.
"Mom-Zilla"?
... Oh please!