Cathy in the Wright

Here's What's New

Last night...well I guess it's technically two nights ago...I went to The Senator's parent-teacher conference.

The good news: he's doing fine. He's right where he should be in math, his handwriting is now legible (most of the time), and he's reading so well she put him in some sort of enrichment program.

The bad news: He'll never get that coveted athletic scholarship. Apparently, The Senator doesn't have much use for Phy. Ed.

The Governor didn't fare so well that evening. While I was visiting with The Senator's teacher, The VP and The Gov were on their way to the emergency room. While getting up on his counter stool for dinner, The Gov slipped and fell. He tried to hang on to the edge of the counter, but lost his grip and crashed to the floor. He banged his elbow and wrist pretty hard and it took a while for the crying to subside. When it did, he still was very protective of his entire arm, so The VP bundled him up and shuffled off to Buffalo Hospital.

No broken bones. The VP said the doctor manipulated his arm and pushed something back into place. Works for me. Today you wouldn't know anything had happened.

So we're back to status quo now, except I'm missing a small chunk out of one of my bottom teeth. Wrestling injury. The Senator's knee caught me across the jaw and the next thing I know, I'm wondering how I got sand in my mouth. Good thing I've got a dental appointment on the 28th. My tongue keeps badgering the jagged edge and can't seem to leave it alone.

I wish I was tired. I had a late game tonight, and I'm too wound up to sleep. Bummer, because I'm hauling my little congressmen to basketball practice later this morning.

And Wayne, thank you for stopping by. The history behind the boys' nicknames: When The Governor was born, The Senator walked around constantly saying, "Take a picture of me with the baby! Take a picture of me with the baby!" We jokingly started calling him The Senator and it just stuck. He pays more attention to me if I call him that than he does when I say his real name.

The Governor came about simply because I needed a nickname for him on the blog and well, I'd hate to have him think he wasn't good enough for public office.

My husband is The VP. That's his job title at work. (Small company. Don't be too impressed; I'm the Secretary of the firm.)

I think that's it for now. Except I'm wondering why Chris Muir is still up at this time as well. Not complaining, mind you. It still makes me giddy to see a big name like his show up in my comments.

Have a great weekend.

Posted by Cathy at November 19, 2005 02:23 AM