the british are coming!


Many of y’all will remember two years ago when we hosted our first set of soccer coaches. Grant and Simon swooped in and ate us out of house and home and stole our hearts in the process. We also ended up ‘adopting’ all the coaches by the end of the week. I’m still in touch with all the gang and a few more member of the self-proclaimed “Dream Team” that we met throughout the summer.

Last year, we had two other coaches. Del and Rob. Del and I exchange emails some. He’s in California and enjoying it tremendously.

Well, now that’s it’s summer and we’re no longer in Oxford, we’ve had to find a new soccer camp. As luck would have it, Maumelle hosts the Challenger Soccer camp every year, and apparently it’s one of the best ones around…So we signed the boys up. And we asked to host.

And guess who’s coming?

My wee lad Grant! I haven’t seen him in two years. We email quite a bit and he calls us every few weeks to check in, but we’re going to get to see him live and in person now! Yippee!!!

We spent the day yesterday with the Maumelle Soccer club doing a 3 v 3 tournament. What a warm and friendly group. Fishdog and I are going to let the boys try out for their classic soccer team. We really like the sense of community that club had. Everyone was so friendly and welcoming. It was a nice change to the Little Rock club, which I think has just grown too big to be friendly.

Anyway, today we’re tidying the house and getting it ready to be destroyed by the coaches. We have Grant, and 2 other lads from Manchester. I’m stoked. Should be a great (and very tiring) week.

For more pics and “lad” related blogs”

Hey Audrey! We’re gonna miss you!!!

go hogs go!


WOO PIG SOOIE!

Spank ‘Bama!

Today, my friend becomes my “enemy”. I love you, Marley. But today, we must fight.

For those who are interested, last year my Piggies beat ‘Bama in 2 overtimes…It was ugly, but I was wearing my beer goggles so ugly didn’t matter….

i heart arkansas!

I love being home. It’s not that I didn’t love some things about Oxford, MS…it’s just that Oxford never felt like home. I do miss my friends though. (I’ll be there this weekend, y’all…so get ready!)

Yesterday, I was thrilled to discover that my favorite morning DJ was still on the air, just on a different station. Tommy Smith aka The Outlaw, apparently moved to 103.7, which is a sports talk radio station. I’m not sure exactly what happened between Tommy and his former radio station, Magic 105, but from the tidbits I’ve picked up, I might actually be putting my own life in danger by mentioning Tommy and Magic 105 in the same sentence. Shit. Now I’ve done it twice. Sorry.

Anyway, I had been flitting from station to station looking for morning DJs that just did it for me. Sharpe and gang over on Magic 105 are fun, and I do enjoy listening to them, but they don’t hold my attention enough. I’ve never been a big fan of Corey and Jay on 100.3 (which is my favorite radio station for music, but not for their morning show) But I would flip over there and listen for a while until one of them would say something that would make my ears bleed and then I’d have to flip again. (btw, I can’t pin down what it is about Corey and Jay that I don’t like. I honestly think it’s one of their voices and not the content. Or maybe it’s both. I dunno.)

I programmed 103.7 into my stations because you won’t get better Razorback talk anywhere else…but I hadn’t tuned in yet. And then I saw a commercial announcing Tommy Smith’s Roast to benefit Big Brothers and Big Sisters of Arkansas. He’s still on the radio! Rock on!

So, these last few days I’ve been listening to him and Bazzel and some other folks and I feel whole again.

Plus, I get to hear Razorback talk, which let’s face it, is like manna from heaven after living in Rebelville. Let’s take this moment to enjoy Shirley Q. Liquor’s rendition of Woo Pig Sooie. Go on, click the link. I’ll wait. Even my Rebel friends should listen. Don’t be a puss about it. I tolerated Hotty Toddy for 7 years, you can listen to one special hog call.

TOTAL SUBJECT CHANGE

The boys have been in school now for 2.5 weeks. Last night, Ian spoke to his best friend’s mom back in Oxford. He tells her how much he loves his new school and how he misses Oxford, but the school here is really a lot better. That warmed my heart.

And you know what warmed it even more?

The fact that he wore a faux-hawk to school today. My sweet little long-haired-hippy-boy who had to cut his beautiful locks for his new private school, is still trying to push the rules. How proud am I? (he looks thrilled that I’m taking his picture, doesn’t he?)


breaking up is hard to do…

Since we’re relocating, we have to sell the house. So, we’re trying the FSBO route first. I know that a Realtor can get us an mls and get us listed on multiple sites, but frankly, I don’t care. FSBO is the way to go for us. At least right now.

Last night we popped our “First Showing” cherry. Great couple. We had met them both before (Oxford is a very incestuous town. We all know each other. It’s like 6 degrees from Kevin Bacon) They are definitely a couple I would like to sell our house to. I think they liked it. They stayed for a pretty good while, looked around, asked questions. They left us feeling optimistic. Maybe they’ll wanna come back? Maybe they’ll call with an offer? Maybe I’m getting my hopes up…

Yeah. This is the part of FSBO that nobody talks about. The fear of rejection. When a Realtor shows your house, you only know it because they leave a card. You don’t get face time with the people who might end up rejecting your home. But with FSBO, you meet your potential rejectors. And that’s a bitter pill to swallow. What is wrong with our house? Did we talk too much? Was it clean enough? Is it overpriced? What is wrong with them that they didn’t make an offer on the spot? Can’t they see how fucking awesome our house is? All the hard work we put into it? The bamboo flooring, the new lighting throughout, the open floorplan, the 8×10 Master Closet!?!?!?! Can’t they see this is the house for them?

Yeah, see, maybe FSBO isn’t the way to go…whether we mean to be attached to the house or not, we are. I’ve been trying to break-up with my house for a few weeks. It hasn’t been easy. I’m thinking an offer will make things much easier, though. I never said my love and loyalty couldn’t be bought…

more pics…

Okay, I’m off to my 20 year high school reunion tomorrow…so I leave you with more pics from last week’s conference.

Mel and Nic
Naughty Kate
Jax (Cassidy Kent) and Mel

Maria and Naughty Kate
Kristen Painter and Mel (Hmmm. that must’ve been a really good secret…)

My fabulous CPs. Louisa, Maria, and Mel

Some of the most Divalicous Divas ever!

My new BFF Kalen Hughes and Mel. (this chick is cool. buy her book: Lord Sin) Go on, do it now…I’ll wait.
Jen and Mel. We have no more secrets…
Maria and Michael HagueHauge
Maria’s his biggest fan; or at least she was…
Now I’m his biggest fan!

Good night everyone! Have a great weekend and I’ll see you Monday!

pretty in pink…

Pretty in Pink is not just one of my all time favorite movies anymore…now it is also the color of my hair. Well, part of my hair.

I never knew pink hair could be so subtle.

It’s not exactly how I had imagined it, but I really like it. And I love the cut, my hairdresser is the best!

a wee crush

I realized last night when my oldest son smiled with pride and squeezed my neck cuz he was so pleased with himself for bringing up his dismal grades and when my youngest son put in the Weird Al CD and began to sing along word for word that I have a small crush on my children.

Which is actually a nice change of pace for me, since in the not too distant past, I’ve contemplated killing them several times.

I guess that fine line between love and hate applies to motherhood as well.

And then there’s the Fishdog. Sometimes I wonder how I deserve him. Last night, when I was completely tired and cranky, he fixed me soup and offered to pack for my San Francisco trip. A trip he’s not even going on. Honestly, that was just the sweetest thing. I was tempted to take him up on the offer, but then I realized his good intentions would backfire because he’d probably pack nothing I would want to take. So, I declined and packed for myself this morning.

Anyway, it just dawned on me that love really is a funny thing. (could I fill this blog with anymore cliches today? I mean, really?) A day comes along like yesterday that makes me forget all the stupid things they do and all the reasons I want to smack them and abandon them on the side of a dirt road in the middle of Deliverance-land.

In honor of Rader’s fascination with Weird Al…I give you Close But No Cigar(hey look, another cliche!)…there’s nothing quite like watching your 9 year old sing this… what a goofball.