Showing posts with label stud-ly muffin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stud-ly muffin. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Carter recently went to Boston to visit his sister. Here are some pics:





I think they've both missed their callings.....they should be in the THEATRE!!

Sunday, September 14, 2008

All soccer, all the time


Since the start of the season, Carter has played 11 games and we have watched him play in all but one. He's a starter, a co-captain, and a senior so I made a commitment to try to go to all of his soccer games this year. It's the last year I'll be able to do that and I'm going to take advantage of it.



So for now, until either the end of October or sometime in early November, I'm a mini-van driving soccer mom.

I should get one of these:












That might help me feel like I don't quite fit the stereotype.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

At the last minute....

Carter decided to go to prom.





He looks good!

She does too....I don't think they're an "item," but then I wouldn't know if they were. He keeps pretty much everything close to the vest.

Maybe he looks so happy because he's with his friends, or a pretty blond is hanging on him, OR he got to drive the car!!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Happy Mother's Day

Here's my Mother's Day haul:





Flowers and chocolate....what more could a woman ask for?



But really.....here are my true gifts:







Thursday, May 8, 2008

Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Wii-ly Funny

Since he was a little kid, Carter has enjoyed playing computer games (what kid doesn't?) As he got older and the games he liked switched from problem solving (e.g., the Oregon Trail) to slash and burn (e.g., Call of Duty) I've expressed my concern for his exposure to and participation in violence, albeit cyber violence.

Shortly after we got the Wii, he sent me this article.

If you like that, check out more of the Onion. The political satire is some of the best.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

Random (not deep) thoughts

I ran 8 miles today. That's my farthest yet. Good for me.

Why is it so hard to have a reasonable conversation with a 16 year old boy?

I love Cheetos.

If only I was a 16 year old boy.

How many Cheetos can I eat after running 8 miles?

There should be a support group for moms of 16 year old boys.

I should marry Cheetos.

Better run tomorrow.