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I fought the lawn… and the lawn won

Warning: I brake for reveries

Filed under: So Cal Living,Wren's Eye View on Saturday, May 12, 2007

Don’t forget that tomorrow April Redmon is doing her own version of Super Sabado: Domingo Delicioso!

High school marquee sign that says, Katie, will u go to the prom with me? Eric

It’s a safe bet Eric and Katie were already dating when he put up this sign, and his asking was just a formality.

But sometimes when I drive by I imagine Eric is the bravest, most romantic soul on campus, that he liked Katie from afar and decided to put himself out there for all the world to see.

This is a scary scenario, even for a middle-aged suburban mom light-years away from prom and driving home to a mountain of dirty laundry. What if Katie turned him down?

But then I remind myself that Eric is confident and brave, and this romantic gesture endears him in the hearts of all the other girls, who then ask him to the prom. And so he goes (with at least five girls) and they all have a blast.

And sometimes I imagine Eric was a cad who dumped Katie and broke her heart, and when her best friend heard he was going to ask a girl who wasn’t as nice as Katie, she put this sign up to make the new girl mad at Eric.

And sometimes I think I need to take a different carpool route.

I hate this when it happens to me

Filed under: Bulldog,Wren's Eye View on Thursday, March 29, 2007

It’s cold. You doze off. And then…

Mooch, Bucky and Mojo in dog bed together

Let’s hear it for the swim team parents

Filed under: So Cal Living,Wren's Eye View on Thursday, January 4, 2007

Two swim team moms timing during a meet at the pool

Here’s a cell phone picture of two moms timing at a swim meet, an exciting job all of us are supposed to perform at least once per meet.

I say “supposed to” because it always seems like some parents get out of it, the slackers. As with every organization out there involving kids, it’s always the same group of parents doing most of the volunteering.

And I say “an exciting job” because timers are surrounded by electrical equipment and lots and lots of water flung about every which way. So far I’ve never heard of anybody getting zapped, but the mere possibility of it happening adds a bit of a thrill to the job.

Swimmers preparing to take off: note the cordsTiming is very serious business. Typically it’s set up so when swimmers finish a race, they hit a pad on the pool wall that’s connected to electronic timing equipment and their time is automatically calculated and sent to a big scoreboard.

But there are always two backup systems, probably so meet officials will be covered in case a parent volunteer gets zapped and shorts out the big scoreboard computer.

Backup System No. 1: Two parent volunteers stand at the edge of the pool and watch the finish as closely as we can. The instant we see the swimmer touch the wall, we hit a button on an electrical handheld timing device, thereby sending the swimmer’s time to another scoring computer.

Backup System No. 2: One parent holds a stopwatch and times the race while the other volunteer writes down the finish time on a timing sheet.

The timer with the stopwatch becomes kind of a two-fisted timing machine, holding the watch in one hand and the electrical handheld timing device in the other, a feat requiring a halfway decent combo of brain power and motor skills.

Swimmers preparing to take off: note the cordsThis is why I usually ask for the writing job, because more often than not I forget to press the stopwatch START button, or I press the little handheld END button instead.

Then I have to run over and pick up a stopwatch from the THIRD backup system: another parent volunteer whose job is to start 3 or 4 stopwatches every time the buzzer goes off, just in case doofuses like me mess up.

Swimmers preparing to take off: note the cordsEvery swim lane needs two timers, so for a meet where you might have, say, eight lanes, you’ll need 16 or so volunteers for every shift.

The morning shifts get taken fast by the smart parents who remember to sign up as soon as they get on the pool deck.

The rest of us get stuck with afternoon shifts, which everybody hates because some volunteers are more likely to quit and go home before doing their scheduled shifts—leaving those of us who DO show up stuck with timing for the rest of the day.

Of course, we use this time wisely, thinking all sorts of pleasant thoughts about the slacker parents, like how frizzy their hair will look after a major zapping.

God bless us, every one

Filed under: Bulldog,Wren's Eye View on Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Mojo in front of fireplace, Hubby's crutches leaning against mantel

I couldn’t help it: I saw Hubby’s crutches leaning against the mantel and thought of Tiny Tim.

Mojo is acting all sincere and everything, but honestly, he is SUCH a faker. This isn’t his “God bless us, every one” look—it is his “What are you going to do with that liver treat?” look.

If I waited another minute to take the picture there would’ve been about a quart of drool on the floor. I bet Dickens never created a character who could do THAT.

7:30 am, Black Friday 2006

Filed under: Wren's Eye View on Friday, November 24, 2006

Line of people outside EB Games

Another camera phone picture: this line at EB Games wrapped all the way down past several stores in the UTC mall.

So. Who went shopping today? Not me! I was just out on a walk.

Line of people outside EB Games

This is a pushup

Filed under: Battle of the Bulge,Bulldog,Wren's Eye View on Sunday, February 26, 2006

This is a pushup.
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Picture of a gal doing big girl pushups Start. Or Finish. You pick. I couldn’t find a picture of the middle part, when you’re kissing the ground.

Pushups are evil.

This is what I see whilst (Read the rest of “This is a pushup”)

This is Hubby’s protein shake

Filed under: Wren's Eye View on Friday, December 9, 2005

Picture of Hubby's protein shake

It contains whey protein (Bavarian Chocolate flavor), flax oil, a little yogurt and psyllium husks. He drinks one of these concoctions every morning. It must do something good for him because that man can deep squat serious poundage like nobody’s business.

And this…

Picture of Hubby's protein shake, tipped over

…is Hubby’s protein shake, 30 minutes after he forgets to drink it.

Deaf Children Hear

Filed under: Wren's Eye View on Saturday, November 5, 2005

picture of altered street sign

Tiger took this with his camera phone outside the Lancer Lot at Carlsbad High School. The sign is supposed to say, “DEAF CHILDREN NEAR” but somebody made one little adjustment.

How Hubby uses his notebook to remember important appointments

Filed under: Hubby,Wren's Eye View on Monday, October 3, 2005

Rock Balancing…How Phoony!

Filed under: and More,Wren's Eye View on Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Look at this!

Picture of Balanced Rocks
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