Parties and Races And LOOK! My Suburban Stops Now!

I’ve been sitting here at my desk, right smack in front of my computer for so long, my back is stiff.  And my legs are sore.  And my caboose is numb.  It’s most likely due to the small fact that I just have a regular old dining room chair here, instead of one of those fancy-type swivel chairs that have nine layers of thick pillowing covered in Chevron fabric, and that’s recommended by 9 out of 10 chiropractors.

We’re just hardcore fancy around here.

I’ve been TRYING to get my blog post done, but then PINTEREST, DANG IT!  That’s due to the small fact that I need to make a grocery list, because our VERY CLEAN refrigerator is nearly empty, and do you know what I DON’T want to buy at the store this week?  That would be all the ingredients for the six meals we rotate through at our house.  I need something NEW and EXCITING and DELICIOUS for dinner ideas, that won’t be thrown on the floor by a delinquent toddler or require me to waste an hour of prep time in my kitchen, dicing vegetables.

If you have suggestions, feel free to hit me with them.

So my Suburban’s brakes have been squealing like a happy piglet on his birthday for quite a while now.  Since brakes are actually something that people like to have on their vehicles, Hubs took it upon himself to replace mine.  And then he took it upon himself to show me the difference between MY brake pads and the BRAND NEW brake pads.  Rest assured, I now know the culprit for those old movies, where the semi truck’s brakes go out, and the trucker (usually played by Burt Reynolds or Clint Eastwood) spends the next forty-five minutes of screen time negotiating mountainous curves and successfully NOT hitting the little, blue-haired lady in the antique Oldsmobile by six-tenths of an inch.

You no longer need to worry about my Suburban coming up behind you at a stop sign, y’all.

Look who helped Hubs with the dirty work:

IMG_4805 IMG_4806After his stint as a mechanic was finished, the boy came inside the house and told me, “Well, I feel kind of manly, since I just fixed my own vehicle.”

And then, the following morning, we had the very last day of the 7th grade.

People, how is that even possible?

This was the boy on THE FIRST DAY of the 7th grade, which was clear back in August:

IMG_8082And then this is the boy on THE LAST DAY of the 7th grade, which was clear back, three days ago:

IMG_4810 IMG_4809Somehow, my little boy was replaced by a half-grown man-child in the past nine months.

He pulled all A’s AND he fixes brakes.

Clearly, ladies, he’s a catch.

When school was out, the boy’s buddy, Quinn, hosted his annual WELCOME TO SUMMER VACATION party.  I slaved over a hot deli here in town and took fried chicken, which the young teenagers devoured in less than ninety seconds.

Also?

Well, I had my camera during the entire party.  There were approximately eighty (Yes!  Eighty!!) kids running hither and yon and here and there, and I pretty much just sipped a cold Lime-a-Rita and talked and talked and TALKED to other mamas.  That translates into, “For the first time in longer than I can remember, I failed to take more than ten pictures at a major event.”

I know.  I’m just as shocked as y’all are!

There was some football happening at the festival.

IMG_4813 IMG_4822 IMG_4827There were cute kiddos at the party.

IMG_4837 IMG_4845 IMG_4854IMG_4848 IMG_4855There were goofy kiddos at the party, too, who hammed it up for the camera, because THAT is what boys do.

“Here!  Your mama is taking our picture.  Let me pretend I’m yanking your head off your shoulders!”

Do girls do this sort of thing?  Somehow… I doubt it.

IMG_4850 IMG_4853And THAT, people, is the extent of the snapshots I popped off at the WELCOME TO SUMMER VACATION PARTY.

Eighty fun kids.  A couple of dozen great parents.  Lots of laughing.  Lots of running.  Lots of hysterical hilarity.

And hardly any of it was recorded on my digital memory card, because I was too busy talking and enjoying a Lime-a-Rita.  It’s like I hardly know myself any more.

HOWEVER!

People, I redeemed myself with the camera on Saturday morning, when the boy and Enzo laid down some cold, hard cash and signed themselves up for a Color Splash obstacle course race!

I’ve seen these races on the World Wide Web several times, with folks posting pictures of themselves looking like rainbows when the races are finished.  It’s hard NOT to look like a bag of Skittles candy, when everyone on the sidelines is throwing brightly-colored powder at you while you run by.

Saturday’s race was more of a FUN race, rather than a BRING HOME THE VICTORY, EVEN IF YOUR NOSE BLEEDS AND YOU RIP LIGAMENTS sort of race.  The money went to a local church in town, who is currently raising money, so that their youth group can go on a missions trip to Nicaragua.

The boy and Enzo got up at the crack of ARE YOU KIDDING ME?, even though it was technically their first day of summer vacation, and they had NOT gotten to bed at a decent hour the night before.  I believe I hollered down our basement stairs exactly fourteen times, trying to get them to crawl out of their sleeping bags so we could be at the starting line on time.

And, boy!  Were they glad they made it, because this obstacle course turned out to be one of the highlights of their year so far!

The boy and Enzo wore their white clothes.  Obviously, these are the BEFORE pictures.

IMG_4868 IMG_4869And then they met up with a team of GIRLS that they’ve known for a sweet forever (Like… since kindergarten!), and OF COURSE I told them, “Kodak moment, y’all!  Squeeze together!”

IMG_4862Thing 2 was powerfully impressed with the sideline decoration, and he may have (Ahem!) stolen one.

Or nine.

Mother’s do not have to testify in court about their sons’ thievery.

IMG_4874Thing 2 also put the boy through some pre-race running drills to loosen him up a bit.  I’m pretty sure the toddler was busy counting cadences for his older brother.

IMG_4881 IMG_4885And then the UNTHINKABLE happened.

The race was ready to begin, and Hubs (Gasp!!) made Thing 2 sit down on the sidelines to watch.  Our baby was HORRIFIED and also STUNNED that he wasn’t going to be IN the race himself.

“What do you mean I’m not actually IN this race?  I trained Rocky Balboa over there!  I trained him!  Mickey wants to race, too!”

The girls took off first, because… well… this race was a fundraiser for a church, so LET THE GIRLS GO FIRST was a very good motto to have.

(Naturally, though, RUN LIKE KENTUCKY DERBY WINNERS!  AND LIE, CHEAT AND STEAL, IF IT COMES TO THAT!  DO WHATEVER IT TAKES TO BEAT THOSE GIRLS IN THIS THING! was the second motto of the race on Saturday.)

IMG_4893 IMG_4895 IMG_4898IMG_4905 IMG_4907 IMG_4909 IMG_4911 IMG_4912 IMG_4914 IMG_4915 IMG_4922 IMG_4923 IMG_4925 IMG_4926 IMG_4928 IMG_4929 IMG_4933 IMG_4935 IMG_4932 IMG_4936 IMG_4938 IMG_4940 IMG_4941 IMG_4942 IMG_4943 IMG_4944 IMG_4945 IMG_4949 IMG_4950 IMG_4953 IMG_4955 IMG_4957 IMG_4961 IMG_4960 IMG_4962 IMG_4964 IMG_4968 IMG_4969 IMG_4971 IMG_4973 IMG_4974 IMG_4978 IMG_4979 IMG_4981 IMG_4982 IMG_4983 IMG_4986 IMG_4988 IMG_4989 IMG_4993 IMG_4995 IMG_5004 IMG_5005 IMG_5001 IMG_5006 IMG_5007 IMG_5008 IMG_5009 IMG_5010 IMG_5012 IMG_5017 IMG_5014 IMG_5022 IMG_5024 IMG_5025 IMG_5028 IMG_5029 IMG_5030 IMG_5032 IMG_5034 IMG_5035 IMG_5037 IMG_5041 IMG_5050 IMG_5053 IMG_5057 IMG_5059 IMG_5060 IMG_5069 IMG_5070 IMG_5073 IMG_5076 IMG_5061 IMG_5044 IMG_5080 IMG_5079 IMG_5093 IMG_5098 IMG_5102 IMG_5103 IMG_5104The kids went through the obstacle course six different times, which was the equivalent of running from Hawaii to Ohio.

They had themselves A CARDIO WORKOUT, for sure.

By the looks of their laundry and their smiles, I think the entire gang had a fantastic time in this race.

IMG_5081And?

FYI?

That colored powder DOES NOT wash out of white clothes.

Not even a little bit.

That shirt and pair of shorts the boy has on have officially been delegated to PAJAMAS status.

The rest of our weekend was spent doing a little yard work and hanging out together outside.

IMG_5105 IMG_5107 IMG_5128 IMG_5131 IMG_5132 IMG_5153 IMG_5161 IMG_5163 IMG_5166And now it’s Sunday night, which really doesn’t matter any more, because WE’RE ON SUMMER BREAK, Y’ALL!!!!!

Happy Sunday.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *