Heather Rae Scott

Baseball is officially over for my son. For a nine-year old, he did pretty good this year. He made All-Stars. All-Stars has been…interesting to say the least for all of us. Our first game, we lost by one. The second game, we lost by more, the third game, they anniliated us. Seriously, it was more like a football score than a baseball one. It was horrific and I felt bad for all the kids on our team.

Last night was the last game and we faced the team we lost too by one on their home turf. My throat is sore, my voice is hoarse and I was totally pumped up last night because we took a lead and kept it the entire game. J-man rocked. He finally got his nerves down and he slammed the ball bringing two kids in. I was up on my feet screaming and cheering. The smile on his face, priceless. His coach turned around and asked, “Did you like that mom?” I replied with, “You betcha! He needed that.”

Our boys looked like a team, there were minimal errors and a whole lotta smiles after the game.

Fitting title since this is what me and the wee man have been doing. Tonight is his last game, we’re stuck in the house on this gorgeous day because the coach says no pool on game days. I guess it tires them out. Anyhow, this is my life at the moment.

Didn’t mean to sound all dark with the last post. I was venting, I suppose. I do know they need time with him and I realize they’re older and they know who’s really there for them–still doesn’t make the urge to be selfish with them any less. Thank you for all your comments.

On the upside, the youngest likes his one on one time, although he seems to be really missing his sister. Trying to keep him occupied though has been fun, so we spent another day at the pool. Good exercise for me and fluffy skin looks so much thinner when it’s not as white. Plus while he’s in the pool, I can get some work done. I’m currently judging a contest and some of the entries are awesome! When I’m done with that, I hope to get some much needed writing time in. Not a lot of distractions like email, just me and the alphasmart while I work on my tan.

Carnival is in town this week. And tomorrow is the youngest’s last All-Star game. I seriously need to upload a picture of him in his uniform.

Busy day tomorrow….

Thanks again, for your comments. I’m okay. I promise.

I hate this time of year. I understand you’re not supposed to hate anything, but loathe wasn’t strong enough.

My babies are leaving me for two weeks to go visit their father. And even though I really and truly want to live up to all the things he’s accused me of being–all those colorful adjectives–I can’t make them stay, nor will I attempt to guilt them into staying here with me. Like my daughter asks, “What is it going to be like when I go to college?”  Hell. Pure. Hell.

Anyone else out there hate to share? Cuz, at the moment, I’m ready to take all my things out of the sandbox and go home….or keep them home and safe with me.

Emma wanted to know where the birthday post was. Here it is. Mark and the kids took me to TGI Friday’s and surprised me with this. I spent the day with my kids at the pool, then we came home, went shopping and out to eat. It was a damned good birthday!

Last night I watched a helluva  baseball game. I didn’t go to see the Pittsburgh Pirates, although I promised my kids we’d get there one night. I watched twelve kids who didn’t play together as a team all season, ones that come from a small town with limited funds and fancy equipment come together to give another team who has all the liberties we don’t and gave them a serious run for their money taking the game into over-time and only losing by one run.  Something the older boys above them in their division couldn’t do.

I didn’t get to take many pictures as I was stuck for the first three innings in the concession stand, but I hope to get a lot more in the next three games we have, especially some of my own nine year old who was tossed into the position of third base–one he never, ever played before and is doing remarkably well. He’s usually the short-stop or he pitches. 

Today, I promised I’d take him to the pool that finally opened. He deserves it because Wednesday he has another game and I’m hoping these boys weren’t too discouraged by their loss and they go in, give it their all and walk away with a win. They deserve that too.  The only thing I’m not looking forward too is the fact that I didn’t lose the weight I wanted too….

Anyone else out there dreading bathing suit season?

I’m so sorry. I’ve been shoulder deep with editor pitches, kids being home for the summer, Baseball games and now All-Stars. Hope your 4th of July was wonderful and I promise to come up with something witty for tomorrow.

Spring and Summer is the time for bike riding. Whether it’s Quad’s or dirt bikes, peddle bikes, Harley’s, Honda’s or crotch rockets. Two “Bubba’s” in my life recently purchased motorcycles. Mark’s brother Bubba got a Harley and my cousin Bubba purchased a Honda.

Saturday, we had a family brunch at Mark’s parents and Bubba was there with his new Harley. I asked Mark to take me for a ride and he smiled and said there was too much money sitting there. I asked Bubba if he’d take me and he said sure, but I needed something other than flipflops. So, I borrowed Mark’s sisters sneakers and off we went. I was nervous because I can’t tell you the last time I’ve been on the back of a bike. So, I had this death grip on the sides of his shirt. He was talking to me and asked if I’d relaxed yet and I said yes. “You know there’s a back rest you can lean into?” he asked as he sped up a little.
“Is there?” I scootch back. “Trying to tell me you don’t like me being a backpack?”
He laughed.
Being on the back of the bike was exhilarating to say the least. And I didn’t want to get off. My dismount is quite hysterical and not graceful at all. Mark decided he wanted to ride, of course after I’d already had mine. I didn’t think we were going to get him off of it. In September, I get to ride with my cousin Bubba. I can’t wait.
Pictures after the jump!

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I’ve been a slacker. But I have valid excuses. Honest. I’ve been very busy with the extra kid and people wanted to see her. Unfortunately, my future step-daughter didn’t stay with us for the full two weeks. We met her mom today and she’s home. We miss her already.

Highlights of this week will be displayed after the jump.

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I’ve been with Mark for eleven years. Amazing as that is in itself is that he underestimates me sometimes. I love him, but he’s an alpha and he’s very black and white. I had everything planned. I was going to get up early, sneak out of the house and drive the almost 250 miles to Ohio, grab his daughter and drive back another almost 250 miles BEFORE he came home from work.

My nine year old son and thirteen year old daughter almost ruined it. My son was whispering, so right away Mark knew something was up. My 13 year old thought she could outsmart him and almost ended up being the one to be out-witted. When my car went on the fritz, again–it only helped my cause. Little did he know, I’d already made arrangements with Becky to take her van and head out as soon as he went to work. Her and I played a little game of Walmart the night before and I even went so far as to make a list and ask him to add things to said list. And I told him I was getting up early to write–which I need to do–and he bought it, hook, line and sinker.

He was running late for work on Friday of course, so the kids were coming out of the rooms and I was swatting them back in in hopes that he wouldn’t see them. It took him forever to leave and we were worried he was going to double back, but he didn’t. Off we went. And I hoped that I didn’t somehow get behind him because we take the same route. By the grace of God, we were good to go and I got to his daughter’s house in record time.

On the way back, I called Becky a lot to make sure Mark wasn’t coming home from work early. But we had a plan for that too. Cuz, Beck and I rock.

Mark gets home at 5:15pm. I was back near the house before 4 pm. I stopped at Walmart, grabbed a few things and we were home before 4:30 pm. We hid his daughter’s suitcases in my daughter’s closests and hid his daughter at Becky’s. At 5:15 pm, we were outside looking at Beck’s roof, the kids were out playing and we appeared normal. We went into the house and I mouthed to Beck to bring Lauren up and Mark was getting something to drink. Beck came in the house saying I forgot something at her house and Mark looked around the corner and saw Lauren.

He was speechless, then teary eyed and he called me a ‘freaker”. We all yelled “SURPRISE”. When things calmed down, he asked me how I did it. How I managed to make the drive in plenty of time. I told him simply:

Alpha men. The harder they are, the harder they fall when you surprise them. And how was your weekend?