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BOOM!

Something seemed amiss with my iPhone.  It was telling me that I was going to be riding in the car for two hours longer than I thought.  Wait a minute!  I agreed to ride ten hours to Baltimore, but for some reason, these two extra hours were not sitting well with me.  Twelve hours one way made me want to get out of the car immediately.  I would rather just live somewhere off of I-95 instead of having ridden in that car for one more second!!

Mad Dog was nonplussed.  He had managed to sweet talk me into this road trip to see Ohio State play Navy.   There was a lot about this trip that seemed crazy.  Driving 20 plus hours in four days, taking the boys out of school and oh, did I mention, it was all for a football game?  This may surprise you but I am not a passionate football fan.   On the upside, we were able to take the boys to the Naval Academy which was spectacular and watching the entire population of midshipman take the field before kick-off gave me goosebumps.  However, I still do not consider this a ‘college visit’, Mad Dog.  Yes, we technically visited a college, but no, my seven and nine-year old are not quite ready to enroll (enlist?).  Either way, it isn’t happening anytime soon.

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As the game started and we watched our Buckeyes struggle, I begin to feel frustrated.  To make matters worse, my sensitive nervous system was not handling Navy’s cannon shots well.  To signify to the stadium that Navy had scored, regained possession or a quarter ended, their cannon would boom with enthusiasm.  It startled me almost every single time.  It got to be comical.  My boys would warn me it was coming and then, BOOM, I would nearly jump out of my skin.  Between the Buckeyes lackluster early performance and feeling like I was being shot by a cannon every five minutes, I was about ready to lose my mind.  At one point I considered storming the field to let Urban Meyer know that “Mommy did not just ride TWELVE hours for this and he better rally the team or cannon shots would be the least of his worries!”.   Thankfully, while it wasn’t pretty, the Buckeyes managed to pull out a win (Braxton Miller we miss you!).

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T.Puzzle’s heart breaks as Navy scores.
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Let’s hope the rest of the football season sees more wins, less cannons and lots more shared family experiences!  Go Buckeyes!

 

 

 

 

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Birthday

Ohio Stadium, home of the Ohio State Buckeyes ...
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Heading into my birthday weekend (yes, I turned 36), I had the weighted guilt of bad-mommy mojo slowing me down.  When I picked up T.Puzzle from school on Friday after only his second day back, I felt huge relief that the incident memo I received from his teacher was a result of an injury.  Thankfully he had not physically lashed out at another student. It’s hard to feel like an awesome Mom when my first thought over such a thing is “Yay!  My kid tripped, bit his tongue and cried.  Oh, thank  god!”

Sorry, T.Puzzle.

What’s a girl to do?  Only thing she can, hire a babysitter and go away for the night with your husband I guess.

Mad Dog has a simple formula for a successful marriage.  Since he is married to an emotionally sensitive woman and her birthday celebration unfortunately seems to always coincide with an Ohio State Buckeye‘s game, his answer is simple:  spa, baby!

Yes, my marvellous man sent me to the spa while he hung out at the hotel’s sports bar.  It was a win-win.  Literally, the Buckeyes won.  After I returned from the spa, we went on to have a spectacular dinner and a lovely time.

Full Speed and T.Puzzle in happier times

When the fun was over and we were driving home I received a text from our sitter that T.Puzzle had bit Full Speed.  Was it bad that my first thought was to ignore the text and as we approached our exit to home, tell Mad Dog to skip it and keep on driving??

Of course I texted her how to handle the fall-out and Mad Dog and I promptly emptied our wallets for our eternal gratitude for our babysitter and any lasting emotional distress she may incur.  Anyone that survives an overnight with Full Speed and T.Puzzle is alright by me.

I’m just thankful T.Puzzle bit his brother instead of her.

Sorry, Full Speed.