It's Like I Don't Even Know Him

So while I'm trying to find the perfect job where they pay me a ridiculously large amount of money for working a ridiculously small number of hours, I've decided to try my hand at entering sweepstakes. There are whole websites out there devoted to doing this. Who knew?

But I saw a piece on Good Morning America one weekend about people who were doing this. And, as Kevin puts it, I haven't seen a story on Good Morning America that I don't want to try. He just doesn't understand that my new found desire to find the perfect mascara came from the Today show.

I haven't had any earth shattering wins in the couple of weeks I've been doing this. A coupon for some free salsa. A soccer ball. (Because we just don't have enough of those around here.) A coupon for a free bag of Combos.

Okay, so I was excited about the Combos. Life's perfect road trip food. So imagine my shame and shock when I received an e-mail from Kevin telling me he doesn't know what Combos are. Who exactly is this man I've been married to for almost 15 years? Doesn't know what a Combo is? Are you kidding me? I KNOW that I have eaten them with him at least once since we've been married. Because if you've ever traveled down I-75 from Detroit to Dayton on Christmas Day, you know that the only food available is found in questionable service stations.

So he now understands what a Combo is. But he doubts its perfection. And he's asked me to find a beef jerky sweepstakes. Because he mistakenly believes beef jerky to be the perfect road trip food. Poor uneducated soul.

Imagine If You Will

We're shinguard deep in spring soccer here. Somehow I have managed to have girl twins on two different travel soccer teams. And while I know that things could be much worse, (We only had 3 games on Mother's Day--one for each of the girls and one for Zach. And the girls' games were back to back at the same park on the same field. Friends of ours had 5 games between 4 kids all at different places the same day. I've got nothing.) I also have to admit to dreaming about the day when they are reunited on the soccer field. And reunited with the same schedule. But for now I smile and laugh about how they wouldn't be on the same team if they were 21 months apart instead of 21 minutes apart. Who am I kidding?

So part of our spring season is the big tournament that most of the teams in our club are attending. Two nights (maybe three if one or both of the girls ends up in the finals) in a hotel with what are probably the worst tripadvisor reviews in history along with about 200 other soccer families. Soccer families that I actually have to be nice to because, well, we're from the same club and I actually will run into these people again. And, honestly, plans for the team that I manage--Madelyn's team--are going pretty well. Parents have volunteered to take care of some of the extra things, and the girls are super excited.

Abby's team? Well, what can I say about Abby's team? No one really wants to do much of anything. And if Abby were an only child I probably wouldn't know any better or care. But Abby's a twin. A twin with a sister on the other U9 girls team in our club. A twin with a sister on the other U9 girls team with parents who seem to know what they're doing. So, yea, I've decided to become Super Mom so I don't have to pay for an extra year of therapy for Abby so she can talk about the year she was 9 and her sister's soccer team had better spirit type activities. Last night's task was making a poster for the girls to put on their hotel room doors. And I'd love nothing more than to share with you my beautiful creation. But I decided that it would be a fantastic idea to use digital scrapbooking to create my masterpiece. So all I have is a digital piece of 12x12 paper with one picture on it. You'll just have to picture my masterpiece for now. And maybe for the next week or two.