Phoning it in- dumb edit button edition

I have a dumb phone.

 

 

That's the opposite of a smart phone.

 

I can't tweet from it.

 

No instagram.

 

No pintrest.

 

No facebook.

 

I make calls.

 

 

I text.

 

 

Occasionally I take pictures.

 

 

 

I'm ok with that...

 

 

 

...because the darned thing is a huge distraction,

 

 

And I can only imagine how much worse it would be if I could do all those things.

 

 

The other day, I was bored waiting for soccer practice to end,

 

and I found something new in my dumb phone.

 

"Edit"

 

Which...is a discovery, of sorts...

 

but you need to know that pictures are about 1"x 2" on my display...

 

So...not much to see to edit.

 

But- when armed with a straightened paperclip, you can make a mean arrow.

 

 

 

Frank's Red Hot sauce.

 

He puts that sh*t on everything.

 

No kidding.

 

Everything.

 

 

And also, dear husband....the geek grin?

 

Nailed it.

 

 

 

 

A aged up in to kid-pitch in the baseball league.

 

He's turning out to be a decent pitcher.

 

He's strong.  Which means his pitch has "heat."

 

Now, we just need to keep him over the plate.  :)

 

 

There's a lot of pressure on the pitchers - even at this age.

 

He handles it well, though (which actually surprises me!)

And managed to get himself out of a pickle a few times.

 

And other times- gave up 4 runs in one inning...

 

...but we're not going to talk about that day.  :)

 

 

 

The Monday after Easter, I promised the kids I'd take them to CatchAir-

 

(a new play place here)

 

It was fantastic.

 

Everyone else was in school- so we had the place to ourselves.

 

But this is my middle child

 

being a middle child...

 

 

breaking the rules. 

 

(There was another inflatable next to this one, and C skipped over-

and tried to do a "sneak attack" on his brother)

 

 

 

 

Dear idiotic Meijer shopper,

 

When I can't even fit my DUMB phone in between our mirrors,

chances are I will not be able to open my door to get in my van.

 

I understand I'm "thicker" than some,

 

but when I opened my door, there was approximately 2" of open space.

 

I don't know many people who are only 2" thick.

 

Thanks for making me climb through the passenger side of my car.

 

#jerk

 

 

 

 

 

 

She's a problem-solver, that one.

Problem (for her):  There's something on the counter that I want.

Solution (for her):  daddy's lunch box will make an excellent step-stool

 

Problem (for me): she can reach the counter.

 

 

Yep, she's grumpy.

 

Lots of emotion balled up in this little spit-fire.

 

But her piggy tails look CUTE!