You know you're a Clemsongirl when even your lint trap is SOLID ORANGE!
Can I get a GO TIGERS!?
March 31, 2009
March 30, 2009
This was my uber-polite way to say, don't drag your wet mess into my house!
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Monday, March 30, 2009
March 26, 2009
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Thursday, March 26, 2009
March 25, 2009
March 24, 2009
The following message is brought to you by my Mother. A retired school teacher with the heart of a perfectionist.
"Lucy, (she calls me Lucy) Read your blog today. Couple things you need to know. I couldn't help it, I had to tell you."
1. "a lot" NOT "alot"
2. "Coach and I" not "Coach and me"
No word of a lie, she ended the call with, "I'm just saying."
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Tuesday, March 24, 2009
...there is a Coach.
When we lived in Tennessee, we had been in our house for about 2 years when an elderly neighbor stopped by to say hello and love on the minis. Ryan was 2 and a half and Jack was 6 months old. I was mowing the lawn with Jack in a Snugli (cause I freaking rock!) and Ryan was drawing with chalk on the sidewalk.
She patted me gently and asked how I was doing. "Fine, fine. " I said. "It's not so bad, they are both really good sleepers, and they both nap."
She looked at me funny and asked, "Is it difficult to be such a young widow?"
Oooohhhhh, I get it. Coach is never home and she thinks I am a real widow, not just a baseball widow.
I assured her that my husband was alive and well, and that he just works alot (read: every damn day), but he really is living here with the children and I. She had never even seen his car!
Well, I guess she wasn't the only one who wonders if I am a widow or just a baseball widow...
Click here to read this post from my friend Tahoe Girl...and then leave a comment if you have seen/know the "real" Coach. Just so we're all clear that he's not imaginary!
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Tuesday, March 24, 2009
March 21, 2009
Could a child be more excited about underwear? Truly, boxer briefs are what inspired that smile. He other exciting gift was a Science Encyclopedia. He just may be a geek like his mom...who knew?
Ah... Legos. Bleh. I hate them. The children love them. It's all fair on your birthday.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Saturday, March 21, 2009
March 20, 2009
Liar, Liar. Lounge pants on fire. I promised a good post today, but I just can't manage it. Worked all day, had a closing and the minis had baseball practice. Here's a wardrobe update instead. (Can you really call clothes from Old Navy a "wardrobe"? hmmm...me thinketh notsomuch!)
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Friday, March 20, 2009
March 19, 2009
March 18, 2009
Late last night I was feeling a little overwhelmed by the To Do list swirling in my over caffeinated head. Busted out some lime green paper and got all printed up. Somehow, when that list is typed up it seems more manageable. Plus? I LURVE striking through those items one at a time. Oooh, the power!
This is what's on it for today:
a10a Ashlie @ Seven Hills
aClean out van
aHVAC fax re: Lake Park
aGroceries (bread, yogurt, trash bags, snacks)
aDinner in crock pot in morning
Bake cookies for Friday
aCall re: mag cancel
aCall Connie- POA, walk through 10a, 2 checks, storm door
aArrange key for Michelle Friday 12noon, remove lock box,
Clothes for Friday
Baseball clothes Friday 6p
aPhotocopy checks for MHS x 2
Party plans confirmed, (pine straw, pics, posters, volcano, R favors)
Aimee- return book, PTA check (ink cartridge?)
Seriously? How random is all of that?
The lime green really pulls it together though...
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Wednesday, March 18, 2009
March 17, 2009
Guess I should have worn green pajamas last night because I got a little St. Patrick's Day tricked today.
Coach took the children to school this morning a little after 7am. He has a late game tonight, so he told me he was going to come home after dropping our little Leprechauns off. He smiled at me and kissed me saying, "See you in a few minutes."
Lucky me! What a fabulous morning. Luck of the Irish-Italians...
I ran upstairs and took a shower. Dried my hair and slicked on a little cherry bomb lip gloss.
Turned the radio off and went down the hall to find him.
He was sound asleep on the guest bed snoring.
Is that the St. Patrick's Day version of a pinch or what?
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Tuesday, March 17, 2009
March 16, 2009
I came home from work and stripped off my dress and tights and boots and lip gloss. I collapsed on the sofa, parenting from there.
Now I am sitting in front of my computer, feeling like I should blog for you. I know I am supposed to be the funny one, making you laugh at the antics of my life, but..
I am stressed. Overwhelmed. Sad. Insecure. Angry. Disappointed. Confounded. Frustrated. Tired. Feeling very beaten down. And kicked while I am down here. Right in my girly bits.
Being a grown up is really hard. Life is not a walk in the park. Money grows not on trees. People don't always do the right thing. Being a wife, mother, friend, daughter, and wage earner sucks sometimes. Today, I really just want to crawl back into the bed and be done. Alas, there are 2 little cherubs (ha!) demanding dinner and baths and books and my love. Of which they will get at least 3 of 4. Kidding. Maybe.
So, it's your turn.
Make me laugh. Put a smile on my sad little face.
Just this once.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Monday, March 16, 2009
March 15, 2009
March 13, 2009
March 12, 2009
You know I love when it rains here in Atlanta. We have been in a drought and under such severe water restrictions for over 2 years, it's like a sigh of relief when the Heavens opens and pour down.
The minis are supposed to have baseball practice tonight and a game Saturday. Coach has a 3 game series. Which are all going to be jacked up and rearranged because of the rain.
I was invited to a birthday party tonight for a friend that's turning 40 (holy crap, 40!?).
If Coach's games get cancelled maybe I can go. Can't get a sitter since Jack is home sick, but...surely I can leave him with his Daddy.
Rain, rain, rain.
Whatever it takes.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Thursday, March 12, 2009
March 11, 2009
The pressure in my life has taken up residence in my head. Which may possibly explode if I can't get this house back in order.
Two weeks of the back injury debacle and things got a little disorderly. I have no fewer than 84,000 loads of clean, folded laundry waiting to be put away.
2 of the 3 bathrooms are stage whispering for a good scrubbing and there are stacks of books in each and every room which need to be reshelved.
Tonight when the minis go to bed, I am making this house my bitch.
Look out Casa de Chaos. You're in for it.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Wednesday, March 11, 2009
March 10, 2009
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Tuesday, March 10, 2009
March 8, 2009
This morning at Mass I totally caught Coach checking out a tall blond. He claims she was looking at him, but all I saw was him, gazing at her and then he got all sheepish and blushed when I called him on it.
She was cute enough.
Then she stood up and was about 84,00 months pregnant. I laughed out loud. In Mass.
Later in the parking lot we saw her getting into her Non-monogrammed minivan...with her husband...and their 6 (six!) children. With one on the way.
Coach was checking out a pregnant breeder.
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Sunday, March 08, 2009
March 7, 2009
Took the minis to the YMCA today to swim. Afterwards, I showered them up in the family locker room and got them into clean clothes and checked them into the Kid Play Area. It's the "most awesome" because they can climb the rock wall, play basketball, play Wii, and about 84,000 other things I have no interest in. All under the supervision of the YMCA employees while I get my workout on. Presumably.
I stood in the shower in the Ladies' Locker Room (aka the Poor Girls' Spa; sauna, whirlpool, steam room and showers! Delightful!) and spent forever lotioning and pampering. Then I dried my hair and straightened it without little children pulling on my leg and pestering me and yelling at eachother. It was downright lovely. Got dressed and was so relaxed. Walked down and checked the children out of the play area.
We walked to the monogrammed minivan and got buckled in. Put on the Junie B. Jones book on CD for them in the back and was enjoying the sunshine.
I was so proud of myself. Public library? Check. Children taken to Y for physical activity and bonding with Mommy? Check.
Then I was thinking, "Wow. I feel great. That shower was a great reward for my long, hard workout. Good girl."
Just about then I remembered.
I didn't work out. I just dropped them in child watch and showered.
Oh, well. Tomorrow is another day...right, Scarlett?
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Saturday, March 07, 2009
March 6, 2009
My BFF's sister has scored some ACC basketball tournament tickets that she is willing to sell at face value. I don't usually post things like this on my blog, but these are some seriously fabulous tickets, and you know I love you enough to share! Plus? They are playing at the Georgia Dome...so, you, me and a latte...it's in your future!
Two tickets for all six sessions. The tickets are in Section 134, Row 18, Seats 13-14.
Here's a link to the seating chart.
If you're truly interested, shoot me (no pun intended) an email at email@example.com
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Friday, March 06, 2009
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Friday, March 06, 2009
March 5, 2009
Hey Dad? You probably don't want to read this. It vaguely references my girly bits...same to my uncles...forewarned is forearmed.
This morning I had an appointment with the Doc regarding my back. It's still all jacked up and she's referred me for physical therapy, which I start tomorrow. She raised her eyebrows and scolded me for the Venti Starbucks I had, but when I told her it was tea, she backed off. Good move, Doc.
After I left her office, fully poked and prodded and sore, I stopped at McDonald's on the way to a home inspection. I really needed a Diet Coke, seeing that aforementioned Venti Chai Tea was gone, and I needed to use the ladies room.
Upon visiting said ladies room I was surprised to observe that General Krotendorfer had arrived a day earlier than I had expected. I had no purse and the only ahem, feminine supplies I have are in the Stow and Go under the monogrammed minivan seats. Of course with my back all jacked up, I certainly can't be moving the seats and getting under there, so I had to come up with Plan B.
No one else was in the ladies room and there was no dispenser. Of freaking course. So, I had no choice but to go to the old 7th grade game plan and use some toilet tissue to "get me through" until the inspection was over.
I reached for the dispenser and it was mounted so low to the wall and the paper was running low. I saw that I would have to reach my hand up inside the dispenser to reach the paper. Super. Except I can't bend down with this back situation. So...
I had to get down on my KNEES on the floor of the McDonald's ladies room and manage that. At which time I am certain I was exposed to MRSA or some other such nastiness. The toilet paper was one ply and resembled low grit sandpaper at best. Which is, well, not a good choice for my (or anyone's!) girly bits. But, alas, I had no choice.
Situation resolved, if temporarily and I stand up and walk to the sink to wash my hands...and arms...and elbows from being on the ground. Ewwww.
As I am washing my hands the door opens and another customer walks in. She is well, past the age of menstruation and even if she wasn't, I wouldn't have asked her to reach into her fanny pack and dig through the cigarettes to lend a girl anything anyway. She was, um, not so fit and looked a little distressed.
She held open the door to the hallway and called out;
"Hey Red! Give me that there book. I really gotta go." Red, who is presumably her husband, (the matching fanny packs gave it away) handed her a novel and she walked into the stall.
For the love of God, McDonald's is starting to become like WalMart...another place I just can't handle.
Oh, and the Diet Coke? Totally incorrect ratio of syrup to fizz
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Thursday, March 05, 2009
March 4, 2009
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Wednesday, March 04, 2009
March 2, 2009
We did get snow yesterday, but luckily no Snow Day. I know, I know. All of you Mommies love a Snow Day, except me (and Skinny). I spent the entire weekend solo parenting and I was delighted to kiss them good bye and wish them a great day at school today. The fact that they love school is a big plus for me. I also loved school so I totally understand. I still get that feeling when I walk into a public library. It's a rush like; "Oooh, there's so much in here that I don't know yet!" Absolutely exhilarating.
Ahhh, I am starting to have some relief with my back debacle. I think the Carrabba's take out last night may have helped! We killed the last of the gift cards leftover from Christmas, but it was worth it! Even have a mess of leftovers for lunch. Also, the muscle relaxers? Little pieces of Heaven. I go back to the Doc on Thursday and we'll discuss physical therapy then. Sounds delightful to me! An hour of someone asking me how I feel and trying to make me feel better? Hello? What Mommy wouldn't want that!?
Hopefully, something entertaining will happen today when I actually leave the house. Plus, there is a strong possibility I may have to go to WalMart (bleh!) and that ALWAYS leads to a funny story. Always. SuperT doesn't have my ink cartridge...so...
Posted by clemsongirlandthecoach at Monday, March 02, 2009