My husband is so proud...

And for this week's installment of HNT, I present to you: my son. Sitting on the toilet. Reading a gaming magazine (EGM I think). Immediately following this photo I was given the look of death and belligerently asked, "Can I have a little privacy here please?" This from the child that will climb out of the swimming pool, drop his trunks, and pee through the fence. Go figure.

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A sappy HNT

I'm having trouble finding my digital camera this week (I left it at my dad's following Little Bro's Ninja Turtles party- don't ask), so I decided to use one of my wedding photos. I'm still a newlywed for the most part (5 months today) so I still get all teary eyed and mushy whenever I see these photos. Now you have to see them... sorry.
Happy HNT!!

About me

I stole this little exercise from Osbasso who got it from someone else and so on... Here we go with my version, and I went with my favorite pictures instead of the first listed- some of those were kinda disturbing.

The town where I grew up (Batavia, OH):

Where I live now (Cinci):

My name (Katrina): (yes, that really is my name)

My grandmother's name (Mary Francis): (I used first and middle to avoid religious pics)


My favorite food (mmm...carbs!):

My favorite drink (Margaritas!!!):

My favorite song (My sister, My Friend- Reba): (though I'm not usually big on the country music thing)

My favorite smell (Vanilla): (my husband's too, I think)

If you want to play just type your answer to each category into Google's image search and use the first listed image (or first one you like).

HNT starring my bed!!

I absolutely love my bed. My mom bought it for me when I got my first apartment years ago. It's a canopy bed with a grape and vine pattern on both the head and foot boards. It has the criss-cross bars shown above with my long fingernails (I'm a recovering nail biter so this is a major accomplishment) under the vines. Enough rambling, happy HNT!!!

Junior is growing up too...

Anyone ever experience the high school tradition of "Senior Night?" Where in the middle of a sporting event on the night of the last home game, they recognize all the seniors? Maybe, maybe not. I think mostly it's a chance to give presents- and everyone likes presents.

Junior had senior night for volleyball on Monday. After sitting through the reserve game (I'm so glad high school switched to rally scoring) the Varsity team did their warmups. Then, after they got all sweaty and gross, the recognition began.

First was the necessary- give a flower to the opposing team's seniors cause it would be rude to ignore them completely- part. Then on to the important folks. The home teams seniors! Each one was announced and sent to the middle of the gym floor so every one could stare at her while another member of the team made a touching speech about why that senior (turning pinker by the minute) would be missed from the team. Then the starers (also so known as the audience) clap wildly and cheer.

This ritual happened for each of the seniors on the team and we all stared at them as they got teary eyed and clapped and cheered when it was over. After the last girl was made weepy the presents ensued!

People poured onto the floor from the bench and the bleachers with flowers, gifts, and balloons. Munchkin gave Junior some flowers and balloons along with a big hug. TR and I gave her a cute (and mildly touchy feely) gift of a volleyball playing Precious Moments girl. I thought it was cute and had no idea what else to get her.

Then, after being bombarded with presents, hugs, and tears, these poor girls are expected to play volleyball. They played and did very well- winning in fact- despite some less than stellar coaching. I won't go into that except to put in perspective for you.

My 72 year old grandfather who currently has double pneumonia was so mad about the coaching he was ready to tell the coach he was an idiot and should quit so they could get a decent one. Morgan, who once thought said coach was fantastic, called the man an ass as she left the gym following the game. I've edited these comments for space and content, but you get the point.

I have mixed emotions following Monday night. I'm proud Junior got recognized and played a great game. But at the same time, I'm sad she's all grown up. She'll always be my little sister, but she'll never be a little girl again. It amazes me to see the fantastic woman she's becoming, and I know that there are only great things in store for her. Love ya sweetie!

My little brother is all grown up

Okay, so not really all grown up yet- but a year closer than he was before. TR and I went out with Little Bro and Glenda on Friday night. We took in half of a high school football game (we were there to support the band, not the team) and then headed for Dayton's Oregon District where we proceeded to spend several hours in various bars. It was a great time and we all ended up happily drunk.

Of course happily drunk led to drunken dialing from the car while waiting for someone to come and pick us up. We called various people from colleagues to relatives. While we were certainly obnoxious about it (lots of I love you's and loud woo-hoos) we really did only call those we knew would be either A)awake and/or B) so drunk themselves that they were contemplating doing the same thing.

A good time was had by all and some jokes that seemed incredibly funny then will probably still be hilarious years from now. I'm so glad that we got to be with me brother for this important milestone in his life. It meant a lot to me.

It also meant a lot the following night when he drunken dialed me at 130am while out with some friends to say what a good time he had had the night before. You gotta love drunk dialing...

Enjoying the afternoon sun...

It was a bright sunny day today. I lay on my bed and enjoyed the sunlight streaming in the window because it will probably be one of the last for awhile. Sigh... Happy HNT.

I warned you...

I just thought this was kinda depressing. Someone pass my inner child a Zoloft please.

Your Inner Child Is Sad

You're a very sensitive soul. You haven't grown that thick skin that most adults have. Easily hurt, you tend to retreat to your comfort zone. You don't let many people in - unless you've trusted them for a long time.

How Is Your Inner Child?

This settles it!!

Your Power Color Is Magenta

At Your Highest: You energize yourself and push others to suceed. At Your Lowest: You feel frustrated and totally overwhelmed. In Love: You are suprised by who you attract. You're a love magnet. How You're Attractive: Open and free spirited, people want to explore the world with you. Your Eternal Question: "What is my next source of inspiration?"

What's Your Power Color?

Apparently I'm supposed to be stuck with this pink thing forever. My power color?? Please, give me a break! But, I like taking quizzes so this probably won't be the last. Pink? Blah!

The fart heard round the world...

I was sitting here at the computer this evening just reading some other blogs and wasting time (I have a lot of time). Munchkin was sleeping (finally) on the couch. I heard a loud phsttttttt sound and he popped up wide awake and asked, "did I just fart?"

The child farted so loudly he WOKE HIMSELF UP!!! I was impressed (and mildly disgusted) and thought of all the full grown men who would be very jealous of this feat. I felt strangely proud and then told him to go back to sleep.

Five minutes later he throws up on my floor. Lovely. Apparently he does in fact have the upset stomach he claimed to have when I made him get ready for bed. Who knew?

After insisting I clean up his "pook" (the child has an incredible vocabulary but resorts to baby talk when he's sick), he lay down and went back to sleep.

So I cleaned up the pook and was rewarded with a deafening phssttttttttt! Gotta love em!

Headaches from hell

So, I haven't been writing the past few days cause I've had a headache. And not a little, "not tonight dear" kind of headache- a full blown seeing spots, incredibly dizzy, throwing up, the little men in spiky shoes are running around in my head with baseball bats. It's starting to subside, but until it's gone I won't be writing much. Sorry.