Baseball Season

I remember as a child, every spring piling into my mother's van and heading to the ball fields. It was an important time of the year to me a child. I loved sports. I grew up in a household where playing sports was important. We watched a lot of sports on television (football being my favorite-American football, not soccer mind you)(My dad called Soccer a communist sport because you couldn't use your hands)(It was the 80s after all). Playing sports however was the biggest thrill. I loved starting off each year by going to the sports store and picking out a new glove, some cleats (plastic spikes shoes to help keep your grip on the dirt) and trying out every single bat in the store- even though I knew there was no way we were getting a new bat too.

Baseball season was fun. I loved every second of it. It didn't matter if it was sitting there in the grueling hot sun watching my younger brothers game, with a snow cone slowly melting down my arm, or playing in a game of my own; it was all fun. I also made a ton of new friends each summer and would spend time between games down by the creek that ran along next to the fields skipping rocks and finding crayfish with my new friends. Then of course getting yelled at by my mom for coming back to where the adults were sitting soaking wet. As kids do.

So, this year I signed LaLa up to play baseball. I think I am almost more excited than she is! She and I have been spending a bit of time in the afternoons in the backyard practicing her batting stance, and hitting the ball. She is actually getting pretty good at making contact with the ball and of course will be hitting home runs in no time. However, much to my chagrin she has taken to calling baseball...cricket. My poor confused child.

So yesterday evening I took her out into the back yard again for more hitting practice and tried to explain the rules of baseball. It was a bit like the comedy classic bit "Who's on First" by Abbot and Costello.



Me- "So if you get 4 balls, you remember pitches that go outside the strike zone that you don't swing at, you get to walk to first base."

Her- "Why would I want go to first base?"

Me- "Because that's how you score runs."

Her- "Which way do I run?"

Me- "To first base"

Aye yai yai...I have a lot more explaining to do to her. You better believe that I will be in the stands though, cheering on my poor confused daughter- who is destined to play first base for the Chicago Cubs (when baseball starts signing girls)- and doing my best Harry Caray impressions.

Holy Cow!!!!




Here's to Baseball season.

Karaoke Song Meme

My buddy Liz, tagged me in a meme last week and I have just now got round to answering the question. If you were at a karaoke night and you got to pick any song to sing, what song would you sing? This is such a difficult question for me! I love so many different types of music and how do you narrow it down to just one song!! Can we do a montage? No? Fine!

So I have had a bit of a ponder on this question and I can say without a shadow of a doubt I would sing this:



Mind you, I will charge extra if you want to see me do any of the following: Cheesy 80's dancing, chest bumps, back flips, line dancing, hair flipping/shaking, popping and locking, and break dancing; all of which was in that scene of the movie Footloose.

I guess since this is a meme I should tag some people. I am going to tag: NotSupermum , Jess (and you aren't allowed to pick Shoop, Jess!), and StayAtHomeBabe.

SIlent Sunday

Dear So and So...Yes We Can

Dear General Public,

On behalf of my friend D from High School, I would like to state that irregardless is not a real word. It makes poor D want to stab himself in the ears with pencils each and every time you say it. Apparently, D also has a magnet that attracts people who use this word too him as well (including an English major who should know better). Regardless of if the word is in the dictionary or not, you should note that it says that the word is "nonstandard", which means it is incorrect. Please refrain from using this word; I would hate to see D's ears bleed.

Respectfully The Grammar Nazi with a Soapbox, Kat

PS- D was a really good tuba player back in the day, it would be a shame for him to lose his hearing.
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Dear WeightWatchers,

I lost another pound and a half this week, bringing the grand total to 18lbs so far. I am so proud of myself, but I honestly couldn't do it without your help.

Love your Happy Customer, Kat
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Dear KiKi,

Tomorrow is your birthday and I can't believe tomorrow you will be my five year old. You have become such a lovely child, well minus those little flares of temper you seem to exhibit on occasion (but you're a Gemini, so it is to be expected). I love your precocious nature. I love that you are independent and a bit sassy. I love that you take life as it comes at you with no fear of what the future holds. You are growing into such a big girl, but you will always be my baby.

Love, Mom
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Dear Readers,

If you have any letters of your own please link up!!!

Have a Wonderful Weekend!

Love, Kat
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Do Something Silly Saturday- Chubby Bunny

Do Something Silly Saturday was born of my reluctance to actually be an adult. I decided that I will try to do something silly and post on Saturday (though not every Saturday) a video of me and possibly the kiddos doing something silly.

Today, we are playing "Chubby Bunny". If you don't know what Chubby Bunny is, well, it is where you stuff a marshmallow in your mouth and repeat until you can no longer say "Chubby Bunny"...enjoy.

PS-I was making sure LaLa would not choke on the marshmallows, no children were hurt in the commission of this video. It was a good time, promise.

Dear So and So...Half Term Hell

Dear Children,

Those things on the side of your head are called ears. Use them.

Love, Mom
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Dear Children,

I am sorry the trampoline is broke, but you still have to play outside.

Love, Mom
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Dear Children,

I have a cold and don't particularly want to play outside with you. I will go out for a few minutes, but then I want to lay on the couch and die. Thanks.

Love, Mom
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Dear KiKi,

I can't believe you taught yourself to ride a bike without training wheels! Good job!

Love, Mom
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Dear LaLa,

Thanks for sharing your bike with your sister. That was awfully nice of you!

Love, Mom
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Dear Readers,

If you have your own letters, please link up!

Love, Kat
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New Feature-Do Something Silly Saturday

Sometimes I think as adults we start taking life too seriously. Little room is left for just having a bit of fun and a laugh. I say, I need to reclaim my fun side. I need to be silly. I want to play childish games and do silly things!!! I also think I should film them and share with you. I don't don't really know if I think I should make it a meme like Dear So and So... (though I do love Friday's with a passion because of my little rant time).

So, I have decided that I will try to post a video on Saturdays with me (and probably my kids) doing silly things. It could be jumping on the trampoline (well, when it is fixed) to playing a silly game. As long as we have fun, it will be made available to you. I just hope it will inspire somebody to not take life so seriously and have a bit of fun.

I really don't know how this will work out. I may only post this every once in a blue moon, I just thought it would be a laugh. Look for the first video this Saturday.