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Oh, hi there! It must be Sunday night. Because I’m frantically digging through the laundry to find proper uniforms for next weeks Sports Activities. And Desperate Housewives is being tivoed while I write.

What did we do this weekend? The usual.

Friday night: movies. Saw “Gridiron Gang.”

Saturday morning: Soccer at eight o’clock.

Saturday noon: Soccer at, um, noon o’clock.

Saturday afternoon: drive to McKinney to see relative in the hospital.

Saturday 6:15: arrive at ICU just after visiting hours are over. Entertain children in waiting room (“Look, coffee! Is it free, dad?”) while my wife talks with her sister.

Saturday night: go eat at a certain place in Frisco that has ‘Cheesecake” in the name. We had the first ADD Anonymous meeting (my three kids plus my nephew) and entertained / terrified fellow diners with our antics. But holy shit – why didn’t y’all tell me the cheesecake was that good? I wouldn’t have eaten so much of the $10 burger. Except that I had paid $10 for a burger and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to eat it (and no, I couldn’t eat the whole thing)

Saturday night-night: get kids to sleep at cousin’s house

Sunday morning: get up and dressed before the kids so we can run interference (my kids are morning people, their cousins are night owls, this doesn’t always work to perfection at 6:00 AM)

Sunday noon: visit the sporting good store and get new cleats for one of my Soccer Stars that was wearing a pair (by choice, we have eleven hundred pair already) that were two sizes too small and made it a point to tell his coach that his dad was too cheap to buy him new cleats.

Sunday two o’clock: visit ailing mother in law who keeps sending the meals on wheels people away because she doesn’t like their food. Fix her soaker hose and umbrella stand (I am not making this up)

Sunday 4:45: stop at the Russell Stover factory outlet in Corsicana.

Sunday night: eat, un-braid the baby’s hair (hairdressers have even more of my respect now, I can barely move my hands)

Sunday nine-ish: write this lame-o entry after hustling the kids to bed, go watch the Steelers game (Tivo) on fast forward so I can stay awake until the end. DH will have to wait until manana.

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Further evidence that I should not be left alone for anything resembling “time” with my children.

After the coffee this morning (ok, they didn’t drink the whole pot, but you shoulda seen them clean house. It was like watching Benny Hill. If Benny had ever cleaned house) we…

…had the baby’s hair done!

Yes, ninety minutes (I think, I must have blacked out a few times) at a hair salon with three kids who are “so cute” according to the stylist, cute enough to be handed candy at random intervals, apparently. Plus we were allowed to play with rubber bands. And read People magazine. And when the baby got a little impatient, sitting on her throne chair, her brother would whisper in her ear “Since you are being so good, we’re going to McDonalds!” I swear I don’t know where he gets that from.

Her hair is lovely, but the camera has gone into hiding again, so I can’t show it to you yet.

Anyway, on the way to McDonalds? We stopped at Wal-Mart. Because I kinda-sorta promised the kids a reward if they would clean house like Benny Hill this morning.

Yes, Wal-Fucking-Mart, on a Saturday. At least it’s not a home game this weekend, so it wasn’t TOO bad. Of course two of the three had to go to the restroom (kids are drawn to the stinky wal-mart restroom like moths to a flame, or rats to poison). Then we go to McDonalds, and apparently I have the only three children in town who were not invited to a birthday party at McDonalds at 1:00 today. But that’s OK, we had so much fun screaming on the playland we didn’t realize we weren’t allowed any cake and we were the only kids not wearing an official Ronald McDonald hat.

Then we come home, and thirty seconds after my butt finally hit the couch (after swapping laundry, etc.) my five year old looks at me and whines: “What can we DO today?”

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If I had only four words to sum up the difference between walk/running at night versus doing it in the morning.

Yes, I made it out of bed by 6:30 to exercise.  The idea is to try and get back to a more or less “normal” sleep pattern, since walking at 11:00 at night tends to keep me awake until 1-ish.  But for some reason my boss still expects me to be at work on time, and my kids still like to be fed and dressed in the morning, and my wife can’t do it alone.

On the weight front, I’m apparently “gaining muscle.”  Yeah, that’s the ticket.

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It’s Saturday!

Well, as if you needed reminding.  Maybe I do.

Anyway, how are y’all?  We’ve had a busy and mildly productive morning.  Oil change, car washed, my wife mowed the lawn.  (I’ll pause so you can appreciate just what a great woman I have.)

Okay, then we went to The Mall and found – socks.  See, a thrill a minute, right?  Then Target for a birthday card for a friend.  Now home to make lunch (my wonderful wife again, if it were me?  It’d be ‘gettios.  No, she cooks.

Then I have an hour or two to figure out how to pipe music onto my MP3 player – I messed it up kindasorta on purpose.  See the Iriver T10 has issues with playlists unless you subscribe to some online music service, which I don’t – I have hundreds of CD’s and don’t see the need to pay again for the same songs.  Also?  It has a radio if I get desperate.  So I’ll mess with it, but food comes first.

Speaking of which, I’ve gained four pounds this week.  Grunt. Sigh. Gah.
Update: maybe not as bad as I thought, sorta.  I’m up 2.6 pounds since last Saturday, the thing is I had lost over a pound early in the week and gained it back and then some.  Maybe.  It’s just a number, right?  RIGHT?

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Hello again, interwebs!

Yes, it’s been a weekend full of exciting activities here at Casa de Bear.  Let’s review, shall we?

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