Monday, June 1, 2009

One Boy Wrecking Ball

The antics of my #1 son, the one-boy wrecking ball, continue. Last night, HH grilled steaks. I provided baked potatoes, lovingly buttered for both my boys, and sour-creamed as well for #1. He moved his New York Strip to the edge of his plate so as to facilitate the lake of steak sauce that he poured. He picked up his knife and fork, stabbed that steak, and dumped the whole plate into his lap. I grabbed the New York Strip and put it back on the plate. Half of the baked potato was in no-man's land already, i.e. my kitchen floor. #1 cleaned up the mess. I think he was silently crying over spilt potato.

Tonight, we are grilling hamburgers and hot dogs, corn on the cob, and having a salad of Romaine hearts, broccoli, tomato, fresh Farmer H chicken eggs (boiled), shredded cheddar, and Hidden Valley Ranch Lite. We'll see if #1 can keep in on the table.

I must leave soon to pick up the wrecking ball. He is supposed to get his free athletic physical at school today. Tonight we are packing for his basketball camp. I need to warn him not to be disappointed if he does not get to play much. The handout from the coach said all games will be referreed and coached like a regulation game. There is no guarantee on playing time. Which to me sounds like my boy is paying for the privilege of riding the bench, which I think could be made clearer than those few words on a handout. On the other hand, #1 really wants to go, and all I can tell him is, "If you want to play more, practice and get better." Nobody is going to hand him playing time for moping around wishing he could get in the game. Not that he does. He never complained once all last year. Oh, and the coach told the kids on Saturday that nobody can foul out. Which doesn't sound like a regulation game to me, but anyhoo, he said that one of our players got 19 fouls called on him in a game at camp last year. Which to me would appear that the kid is making a mockery of the game and just hacking at the opponent for fun or because he's lazy. But then again, I'm not a coach.

I'm not such an interesting writer, either. But I wanted to post something now so I'll have time to watch "I'm A Celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here!" tonight. Janice Dickinson and Patty Blagojevich in the Costa Rican jungle. You can't beat that with a stick!


Margaret LaVonne Hall said...

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...Hillbilly Mom, you have truly brightened my cloudy Oregon mornin'!....I really, really enjoyed this post, as well as your others. What a joy to find such a humorous and fresh air blog! I raised a "top dog", a "diva", and a "guru"! ...I will bookmark you and return and return...I have 2 blogs..poetry on Blogger, and
Come over when time allows...

Hillbilly Mom said...

I started to leave a comment about your litter post, but it got too lengthy. The gist of it was that one time I found a bag of trash on our road and it had a piece of mail in it and I boxed it up in an old Amazon box and mailed it so that the person would have to go to the post office to pick it up.

Imagine their surprise when they opened it to find all their junk and a note that they should quit trespassing and littering or they would be prosecuted as the signs on our private road warn.