Sarah Kate’s former softball coach contacted me this week. According to her, everyone has been asking about “Kat” and why she isn’t playing softball this spring. She wondered if Sarah Kate might be interested in throwing out the first pitch on opening day next weekend.
The kids and I are in Orlando for the Princess Half Marathon weekend. Nathan will be running in the 100 meter kids’ race (again). Not including the races he did in utero 🙂 he has completed the diaper dash once and the 100 meters each of the next two years. Sarah Kate will attempt the 1-mile for the first time after running the 400 meters last year.
Wish us luck.
The great irony of these kids’ races is that my kids are running the wrong races. I’m quite certain Nathan could finish the 1-mile without any problems, and I’m not sure if Sarah Kate will even come close. After the disastrous 1.2-mile attempt last month, I’m nervous. My friend Katie’s dad (we call him The Godfather) is planning to accompany us on the course in case she gets into trouble and I need help getting her to the finish.
I sent Mr. Andi a text yesterday afternoon, asking him if he was up for egging? He’s so nuts for his Big Green Egg that it never dawned on me that he wouldn’t know what I meant by that. But, alas, he mistakenly thought I meant we were going to egg someone’s home or car. I’m not even sure what to say about that (but I assure you I have never egged anyone’s home or car…)
Remember that time last summer when I hurt my back? Well, I’ve gone and aggravated it (again), so I’ve taken some of the leftover Flexeril that the doctor prescribed last time. The weird thing is … it makes me angry. I’m not a raging lunatic or anything, but agitated enough that everyone gets on my nerves. Have you ever taken it before? Did it make you angry?
Mr. Andi cut his finger pretty bad while working on the boat last weekend. I knew something was up when I walked into the garage and he quickly put his hand behind his back. I can not describe the way it looked without throwing up a little in my mouth, but he didn’t want to go to the doctor for stitches! The last time he did something like that he refused to go to the doctor and just super-glued his finger back together.
Eventually, my persistence won out and he went to the urgent care: six stitches. He insists that he’s not going back to the doctor to have them removed; he can do that himself, thankyouverymuch.
Because the cost of the flights more than outweighed the cost of an extra night in the hotel, Sarah Kate and I are flying up to Minneapolis on Saturday, March 15. We’ll have a good chunk of Saturday and all day Sunday to knock around before her Gillette clinic visits on Monday and Tuesday (for that matter, we’ll also have Monday afternoon and evening and part of Tuesday afternoon free, as well).
Any ideas for ways we can entertain ourselves? I don’t see us going back to Minnesota any time soon, so we might as well see a few things while we’re there. FYI – we’ll be staying in downtown St. Paul and we won’t have a car.
Have a great weekend!
This post was inspired by and is linked to Conversion Diary‘s 7 Quick Takes.