Mr. Price's #1 Fan!!!!

My mom told me before that one of the biggest mistakes a person can make when it comes to me is giving me too much time to think....about anything.  My mind works so OVER analytically that I can find myself in a philosophical debate (albeit with myself) about something as trivial as which brand of syrup is best, and why.  Today I found myself with a little bit of time at--of all places--the dentist's office.  (Shout out to our dentist, Dr. Randolph Moore--super gentle, super good!)  The dentist's assistant, Kristy, had come in and done my evaluation and was making small talk.  She asked me how Peerless was doing, and I answered her just like I answer most people, "He's doing really good--getting better everyday and is totally convinced that he is ok to play football like yesterday."  Once she left I really started thinking--not so much on how my husband was doing--but about HOW my husband was doing.  I started thinking about how for the past twenty-something years he has lived, breathed, and trained for a life of football.  When he broke his leg in college he turned a near season ending injury into a four month injury and started the season opener.  His first training camp at Buffalo he twisted his knee, and again rebounded back and was ready for the season.  Every time he has been injured he bounced back and was ready to go.  His neck has been leaps and bounds different. Although he FEELS like he's 100%, there's still a chance that his body could sustain a horrible hit and his neck could snap just so thereby ending his football career and his life of WALKING.  

I realized that even when P PISSES ME OFF I am extremely proud of him.  I'm proud of how he has dealt with his situation and still has a positive outlook on life.  I just sat in the dentist's office and realized, yet again, that I truly am the President, cheerleading advisor, and CFO of the Peerless Price fan club.  I just wanted to take a chance and share that fact with you......  Have a wonderful evening. 

We're BAAAAACK!

I know, I know:  I have totally fallen off of the blogosphere, but I'm back.  Kind of.  I decided that in 2009 I was going to blog at least once a week.  My dream is to get it done every night, but with Kai being Kai and Caeden showing her the way....yeah, you know.  At any rate, I won't spend the next four hours trying to detail what's been going on in Caeden and Kai's world since September.  No way.  Instead I'll give you a brief synopsis:

Peerless has been recovering and CHILLING!!!  He spends the majority of his days on the phone, working out, playing golf, or (when I'm lucky) taking me to lunch.  Seriously, he's doing so much better than I thought he would be having not played this past season.  I thought it would be a difficult transition, but it really hasn't been.  As with any change it was different, but not so unbearably so that one of us is standing in line at the court house trying to file the BAAAAD papers.  He also keeps himself busy coaching Caeden's basketball team.  Yes, Peerless is the coach of 11 8-9 year old girls.  They practice every Monday and Wednesday and play games on Saturday.  As of now we are 3-3 with two more games to go.  It's been a challenge, but one that he has welcomed and seemingly enjoyed.  That's him above in action and then the other shot is a picture of the silliness that it our team!!!

Caeden has been BUSY.  Mondays basketball, Tuesdays tutoring, Wednesdays basketball and dance, Thursdays she has a break, Fridays dance, Saturdays basketball games, and Sundays Church.  The poor child is so busy.  I ask her all the time if she's too busy, but she says no.  She made all A's and one B on her report card (note:  the B was in in Science, and the entire class got that grade!!!).  Basketball season will end soon, and she'll begin soccer, so her busy-ness will just continue.  Oh, and her schedule deeply influence our schedules, so we are equally as busy!! *sigh*.

Kai Baby...wow.  Now, she's been doing a bit, too.  She talks ALL. THE. TIME...and she is just growing up waaay too fast.  She's not interested in potty training, which is NUTS to me, because at 18 months her big sister was FULLY potty trained.  I keep telling myself that she's a different person than Caeden, but it's so hard.  I'm just saying:  She eats the same stuff I eat, and when it digests and I have to change that?  WOAH!  She's trying to decide whether sitting forward or backward on the toilet is more fun when she decides to get on there period.  She's just a mess.

Me?  I've still just been trying to be the Mommie in it all.  My girlfriend Quiana and I are still trudging forward with ganachecouture.com... God has blessed us, and we've stayed afloat during these hard economic times.  In the Spring we're going to carry tee-shirts as well as handbags and other accessories, so look out, world!!!  I promise I will do better about keeping you all updated in the future.  Until next time......

Everyone has those fond memories of childhood.  Many of us, too, have those "not so fond memories."  I had a flash of both yesterday sitting in a hotel room in Miami.  Peerless and I went down for the weekend with a couple of friend for a mini-mini-vacay.  It was fantastic.  I got to lay out a bit, dance a bit, just relax.  Then I got "the text."  My oldest brother, Ronnie, has an innate ability to text you with a message that leaves you needing, wanting, HAVING to know more.  Yesterday's text simply said, "Mont is in the ER."  For those of you who don't know, Mont is my brother, also.  He's the youngest of the twins, the silliest, the wildest.  He's the one who proudly declare after growing up in a military home part time and a suburban home the other part of the time that the "streets were in him"....OK.  

Naturally after I got the message I went into panic mode.  I immediately began calling every possible person who could either give me information, had information, or WHATEVER.  It turns out that Mont had some sort of blunt trauma to his head, busting his ear drum, causing him to faint, bump his head, crack his skull, and turn my stomach inside out with nerves.  I began to overthink the entire situation, wondering all types of what ifs and being thrown back to my childhood when Mont spent 85% of the time terrorizing me and the other 15% being nice to me so I would take the spinach off of his plate and eat it at dinner time.  I found myself pissed off at the notion (call it what you want to) that had he just eaten the spinach ONCE or twice he would've found some Popeye strength, and broken his fall.  Absurd, maybe, but for me it made perfect sense, and I decided to stick to it.  

Well, needless to say, as my brother is in the hospital unconscious today his Popeye strength has still not kicked in.  I'm fervently trying to figure out demographics to be able to have Caeden at her soccer game Saturday, while making it to Knoxville on Friday.  I know I can't be in two places at the same time, but I'm trying to make it happen.  Somewhere deep inside I just KNOW that spinach would've worked. Maybe when I see Mont I'll slip some into his I.V. tube.

Roll, Bounce....

 just realized I hadn't posted any photos of Caeden's birthday party.  Did I mention how much fun we had?  I won't overload you with all the nitty gritty details, but here are a few pictures to let you know how we got down....

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A handful....literally

I love my husband.  God in heaven knows I do.  God also knows that when he put Peerless and me together, he took oil and water and in his miraculous power made it mix.  P and I are really opposites.  What's CRAZY is that somewhere in our journey we've become so much alike it's scary.  Peerless is the one person on Earth who can turn the most serious situation into a comedic experience.  He can go from 31 years old to 8 years old in a matter of seconds--just put him and Caeden against one another and see.  Then there are those times when he becomes the most romantic, loving, wonderful person going.  Well, Saturday night was one of them.  We went out with friends, and he was oh so attentive.  He fawned over me from the moment we walked out of the door to the moment we walked back into the house.  We took pictures, we laughed...sigh.  So, needless to say, when I'm looking through the pictures from the other night and run across the CUTEST picture of us I was ELATED.  I looked, I smiled, and then I became mortified.  In the cuteness of the pose, my husband became the thug I love so much.  He decided our G rated pose shouldn't be such.  And then the picture was taken.......just notice the hands.  My sweets.

The Real versus the Fake

My aunt, Venessa, sent a message through my mom today that I wasn't a "real blogger", because I hadn't been able to post an entry in a while.  So, even having spent and hour and a half in the doctor's office today to be told that I have a "virus", I am sitting down to catch you guys up on the happenings in my life.

This past weekend was a blast.  We had my mom's housewarming party on Saturday afternoon (early) and then Caeden's 8th birthday party late afternoon.  I don't know about you guys, but any time I have any kind of social gathering I am always a little nervous about the turnout.  It's like one big, never ending ball of WHAT IF.  What if I don't have enough food? What if I forget to get drinks? What if there isn't enough seating? What if there aren't enough people to sit in the seats I have? What if, what if, what if?????  So, Saturday I had a double dose of the 'what ifs' worrying about people coming to my mom's housewarming party and then worrying about Caeden having a nice turnout for her birthday party.  I am so happy to say that both events were huge successes.  My mom was beaming from ear to ear showing her home to our friends and family who came over, and Caeden was happier than a pig in slop as she skated, sang, ate, and laughed her way through the evening.  

As women, I think we have the tendency to overthink certain things.  I'm pretty sure that that's why instead of basking in the glory of those wonderful occasions, I was uber worried about people enjoying themselves, eating enough, being comfortable.  Things went off without a hitch, so I'm pleased.  I have a zillion pictures of the skating rink (sorry, Mimi, none at the house), so I'll get some up as soon as possible.

I have soooooo much more to type, but for now I must go.  There's a naked 8 year old in my bathtub screaming my name, followed by a naked 18 month old saying the same, so I have to go make them smell normal, again, and put them in bed....I'm planning to be in bed by 9:06 myself!!! No joke.

School's in....Almost

Well, today marked the beginning of the chapter in Caeden's life we will call "Lakeview."  There we went--Peerless, my mom, Kai Baby, Caeden, and me--to Lakeview's drop in day today to check out Caeden's classroom, teacher, find out bus information, all that.  I was so nervous my stomach was a wreck.  Caeden, on the other hand, was cool as a cucumber, and had made a new B.F.F. by the time we left school grounds.

From what I gathered today, her teacher is one of the school's favorites.  Several kids who had her last year said what a wonderful teacher she was, and the parents seemed equally as thrilled to have had her.  Caeden spent her time in the classroom running around with a little girl named Anna, laughing, smiling, and making new friends.  

We also got the information for her bus route, which I still don't feel GREAT about!!!  Her daddy is cool with it, though,  so this is one battle I'm going to fight silently.  I'm just hoping Caeden realizes that riding the bus means she has to get up at 6:40, so we can leave the house by 7:05; being taken by Mommie means she could sleep another 40 minutes...I guess I'm the only person sleep is important to around here.

Again, Kai is NOT going to school. I'm just not ready to put her in an organized program--one or two or three days a week-- so I'm going to continue her regular schedule.  Maybe next year! LOL.

Peerless is doing great.  He actually was approached at open house about the possibility of coming out and lending some of his football expertise to the school's program.  They're a young group, but they show a great deal of potential.  I think he's really interested, so we'll see what happens with that.

Mimi is settling into her place.  Tonight was the first night she spent there alone, and she was kind of bummed about that, but I'm sure she won't miss being woken up at 2 am with "Mimi, Mimi...." sounds. 

I'll take pictures of Caeden tomorrow so we can all se how cute she is in her uniform.  Hopefully I won't revert back to kindergarten and leave her at school (yep, I'm taking her tomorrow) crying...not her, me.