Nothing much

While I haven't been running around at Mach 2 with my hair on fire, I have been providing backup for Himself who is in the midst of tech week for Rough Crossing.

My oh my, it has been, too. The director has bowed out - FOUR DAYS BEFORE THEY OPEN!!! All I have is Himself's version. But well, he's a professional and looking like an ass on stage is not an option. Anyway, that bit of drama is hopefully concluded. May the cast nail all their lines and wring every laugh they can.

Cranked out three knitting projects for Kabloey's class fundraising for next year field trips. I am rather impressed with the blue-teal-purple combo. I added pony beads to the hat in a spiral and randomly on the scarf. Then since the scarf was not as long as I would want it, I sews up the ends to make a Mobius scarf. Pretty happy with them, I must say.

Misterpher started T-ball yesterday. Sam-I-Am is on his team. They had a great time. Kabloey and EEAN (said like Michael Constantine from My Big Fat Greek Wedding) played ball. They knock it into the blackberry thorns and tried to get it. Truckin' Dyke said she wasn't going to help them.

In my best Super Mom way, I climbed up a steep windy incline, braved the thorns, slipped outta my birkies a few times, managed to wrestled a fallen limb to nudge the ball down the hill. I was able to growl, "You guys owe me big for this. A thank you definitely, if not a hug. EEAN was amenable to the TY but not the hug. Kabloey was fine with both.

They came grousing over a little later about the guys who were playing basketball on the basketball court. "Uh, play baseball in the grass, away from the blackberries?"

Misterpher and Sam-I-Am played well. For some reason though, the hyper competitive head of little league was coaching. This is the guy who doesn't believe kids need to go to bed on time if a game is played on a game night. He flung out nasty remarks to Himself last year when I pulled Kabloey from a game because I didn't see where keeping an 8yo out two hours past his bedtime was a good thing. Oh well, I guess whatever lesson he has for me, I haven't learned it yet.

Anyway, I still made a stink about the practice being over at 6 and by golly we had to go. I had a Gleaning Cult meeting in Snohomish at 7. So I told the Coach of Record that we had to go. Luckily, at least this time, someone else had a life to live after 6. Team shirts were passed out and we flew outta there.

Good thing we flew because it gave me plenty of time to miss my turn and wind up in Marysville, not once but twice! The third time I missed my turn, I told the kids to hold on, "Mama's gonna break the law." (Sounds like I needed a double barrel, huh?)

Nothing so extreme as that, but I did go four-wheeling over the median. Kabloey pretty much froze with terror. "Don't ever do that again, Mama." The Girl was asleep and Misterpher kept quiet.

We made it to the meeting. Thankfully, there was NOT a 30 minutes sermonette about women being subservient to men. But we did get a 45 minute speech about, jaysus, I don't know what. It was dead silent in the hall.

Except for Misterpher's occasional outburst of chicken British. He was hooked up to the portable dvd player and "Valiant." Then, when you asked him to quiet down, he hollered back at you. Very headphonic, I must say. Kabloey had his gameboy. The Girl asked to wear her new gleaned bikini and pink ballet skirt ensemble. I thought it would be a bit much for the fundy gleaners.

Laid Back Mom was there. I got her to change seats to be in our row. The Girl was adamant that LBM sit next to her. But not before I got to snuggle a bit in her neck.

Anyway, the meeting went 2 hours. Misterpher and The Girl helped with the raffle. M took the mike for a moment, poised to say something. Admittedly, I held my breath and prayed. I truly have no idea what that kid will say from one moment to the next. "My brother is....... crazy." Yes, I could breathe again.

Gleaned this morning with Firefighter's Wife. She had been one of the trio when I first joined. FW left to have more time with the family. Then Psycho Gleaner left a couple of weeks ago. I am looking for a new partner. Well, with most of the subs I've had, we have been able to load up in 30 minutes. Unload in 60. Half the time. And no theological baiting.

Brought Bina and Misterpher to Costco to pick up a few things including the new HP movie. Was able to bribe them with a hot dog lunch. They did beautfully! Except the part when Misterpher decided to take a short cut in the parking lot and I couldn't find him.

Spent a lazy afternoon with Whiskey Jack. She blanched some edamame for the kids. We ate it. It's green! It's good! It's good for you too! And fresh pineapple. Ahhhh.

So Kabloey is working on his POTW. It's a math problem Mr H uses to get the kids ready for the WASL. I have turned into my dad. I am making him figure it out for himself.

How pissy can you get?