H.E.L.P. I NEED HELP, HELP

Alright, here's my dilemma. I am invited to my SIL's house tomorrow night to play Bunco. Okay, bunco... I have never played this game and I really don't want to look bad when I get there, so help a sister out, leave some advice.
Thanks......

Know what this is?
This is what I found in the drain board from last night's supper dishes.
Apparently, in my son's world (the one without the broken hand), in his world, this is
what passes for a clean pan. YUCK!!!
Gotta love 'em.
Have a good night.

Can you guess where I spent some time today? That's right. The Ortho's office.
Number One son broke his hand early Sunday morning. Nice. I hadn't been to this particular branch of their practice before and let me tell you, honey, it was grand.
My son was spending the night at his grandmother's (they have a very nice clubhouse she practically built for them this summer). He was running around outside after it was dark, tripped in a hole and fell and caught the edge ofhis hand against the clubhouse. Viola!!!! Six weeks in an extremely funky looking cast.
When the receptionist asked us if he had ever used their services before, he said, "No, but my brother has been here three times, so far". Yikes. I bout fell over laughing.
Do I have boys that are kin to their daddy or what?
I hope everyone is having a great week.

Time for random driblets.....





I'm calling them driblets cause they aren't even worthy to be called dribbles.....

Could we PLEASE just leave the moon alone? I realize that all the NUTS AND SCIENTISTS ATYPE personalities at NASA feel like we need to bomb our own moon (hello, what happens if your calculations are off and ten years from now the moon fragments into billions of pieces), but is there not one person in that group who might have said, JUST SAY NO!!

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Last night, was the big community pep rally for our high school homecoming this weekend. It is a big to-d0 hereabouts. Lots of music, skits performed by the high school grades, contests, prizes, cheerleading, dancing teams, presentation of Homecoming Court, a bonfire and most importantly, FIREWORKS. Well, I had to miss the skit portion because the boy had baseball practice. Okay, by the time practice was over, so were the skits. No problemo, right. I took the boy to the stadium and dropped him off to go find his dad and siblings. I, on the other hand, headed home to use the handy dandy heating pad. Having a flare in my right hip, again. I attribute this to the amount of walking I have been doing this week. So, I can be in pain and healthy, or fat and no pain? Wow, is that really a question? Guess, I'll just have to be in pain, because I went back out this morning and walked it again.

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I hate being broke. Not, I only have a few dollars to payday, but I mean BROKE.

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Everyone please pray. I would like all of you to pray for a very special friend of mine. I cannot go into specifics or name names, but God knows who she is and what she needs. Please pray that she will open her eyes and her ears and listen to Him, not the people around her or the evil one as he preys on her weakened condition.

Thanks ladies (and gents) I hope that you all have a blessed weekend with lots of love and joy (and if joy for you is spelled C-H-O-C-O-L-A-T-E) even better.

Today, It's official....
I finally received it in the mail today.....

the certificate for World's Worst Mom. I've been in competition for this bad boy for some time, but last night, I won it hands down.

I actually prayed for my boys' ball game to get rained out. I know, I know, I'm horrible.
I am so tired of being somewhere every afternoon of the week, that I cracked. I broke down and prayed for rain to fall from the sky so I could JUST.GO.HOME. and stay there a while.

Y'all I know, are shocked beyond imagining, but don't hate me because I'm better at being a bad mom than you. Got any stories you wanna share?

PLAY BALL!!!!

Hey y'all. The time has finally arrived. Fall ball is here. My middle son has decided he wants to play. I'm great with that. I'm glad he's getting some exercise three days a week. I'm happy to sit and watch him and his team mates have a great time.
But seriously, what's up with some of these parents? Hello!!!! It's a game. No one is going to be taken out and executed if they don't play like the pros on TV.
YIKES!!!
And what's up with some of these kids? I saw a kid get put out at 3rd base today and fall down and have a tantrum. Crying and carrying on. Even into the fielding portion of the inning. I heard his coach (maybe his dad) yelling at him to stop it. Wow. I guess I'm just too laid back about it. Apparently there are plenty of parents who are quite serious. This one guys kept saying over and over "It's all about the win", "It's all about the win". Seriously? Is that the only reason he lets his kid participate?
New experience for me. I'm like its okay to win and it's okay to lose, but do it in a manner that shows you have respect for yourself and others.
Whatevah, right?
Oh, by the way. I love that my little one's coach plays everyone. No matter how good they are or how bad they are. It's a great way to learn.
Hope everyone is having a great weekend.

Hey everybody, I'm bustin' up in here to let you all know that.............
there are only 84 shopping days left til Christmas!!!!!

Kind of just wanted someone to share the panic with me. Love y'all.