Okay, so yesterday's bowling party with wild animals, um, escaped mental patients, I mean eight 4-7 year olds went pretty well.

Just so you know, they can only handle about forty five minutes of bowling-tops-before they need a cake break.

Two of the boys have those cochlear implants and y'know I thought they could hear, my daughter tells me they totally CAN hear and they're on her soccer team and I know they hear their dad and the coach. So, I guess they were just ignoring me?

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I've been posting pictures to our hockey team's website. Not many, maybe four or five a week. Just enough for the kids to see themselves and I think the parents are enjoying it just as much as the kids. The problem? Because it's me...you know there's gotta be a problem...I'm getting pictures emailed to me from one dad. He's sending them to me "just in case" I want to put them up. He's already edited out the kid's jerseys so you know he's hoping to see them. But. They're AWFUL. They're so blurry you can't even tell who the picture is of (except for the goalie). I know I'm going to have to bite the bullet and throw them up there but I just wanted to whine to all of you about it first.

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Hey, now....the sun is finally shining! I'm off.