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Ever since we moved, the little guy has had to make do with all sorts of sleeping arrangements.  Luckily we finally found the port-a-crib, but until then he was on a king sized mattress on the ground.  This was pretty good until he started crawling like a mad man, and would just crawl around for hours until he decided to go to sleep.  Then once he would fall asleep, he would shift his way to the hard wall.  thank goodness he is easy going, because this move + a naughty baby would make me go crazy!

All I know was that it was orange, and it was the best tasting lunch you have had for a very long time!  The Z boys had Micah along to play soccer last night, so I headed up to support since it was just around the corner….OR 45 minutes away, and started after 10 pm.  Their losing streak had dominated the last few games, so these guys were really fired up for a “W”.

The game headed off to a bad start.  (Don’t quote me on these exact statistics….I don’t know how I forgot since I heard the play by play about four times on the ride home…but I will try.)  By half time the score was Orange 5…White 1 (us).  Pretty brutal until …… 

In the second half, the fancy footwork and hussle was on!  One after another, white was scoring goals.  Orange was getting frustrated, especially because they are contenders for first place, and the white team should be a walk in the park…or so they thought!  The fouls were being thrown all over the place…in fact, the kindest player on the field….. Jim Z was even getting a few in.  Orange’s #9 was the main offender on their team, I personally heard from Rob -the biggest guy on the team white- say , “Do it one more time, and I will punch you in the head!”  Bring it on!!!

With 8 minutes left in the game, the score is tied 5 - 5.  Orange hasn’t scored since the half, and they are mad.  So what does #9 do?  He “does it again” in the form of a back-handed punch to Chris, the littlest guy on the team.  Too bad that Chris just happens to be brothers with the biggest guy, and before you could say “police brutality” (name the movie), Rob was running from off the bench, to “punch him in the head” I guess.  Micah said he was going to try and stop him until he looked in his eyes, “and there was no stopping him”…he looked posessed!

There was a big pile up, and the only person trying to stop the madness was the poor 100 lb lady who works there.  After about 2 minutes the lady was pulling people off the pile one by one.  They finally got down to the two involved, and #9 was in the fetal position.  After it was broken up, and even after Rob charged another guy, I looked over to see the best scene of all. It was straight out of UFC! Rico on our team had their biggest guy…and when I say biggest, I am talking pushing 400 lbs big in some sort of Jiu Jitsu hold.  He had his entire body wrapped around the big guy, and was holding him there so he couldn’t do any damage.  The classic part is that Rico couldn’t even get his arms and legs completely around him, but the big guy was just there taking orders.

After the ref called the game, you hear John Z. totally pumped up and yelling, “come on guys…let’s play ball.  We’ve got six minutes…let’s end this thing!”  He was so stoked on it, but everyone else was looking at him like he was crazy.  He could just taste the “W” and wasn’t going to let up. 

We all headed out to our cars, and had our pow wows about what details everyone saw, and then Micah and I headed home with the Z’s.  When we were heading out, the lady came up to us and told us that #9 wanted to press charges.  One of the Z’s said, “what’s he going to tell the cops?  I hit someone, and they hit me back?”  She then told us that Rob was red carded for at least three games, and had to pay a fine.  She mentioned the fine a few times, which got everyone a little bummed out for Rob.  Then when she mentioned that the fine was $25, MZ wanted to pull out a $50 and tell her the extra was for next time it happens.  Then she informed us that both teams are taking a loss for the game.  To which John resonded with something along the lines of, “We were going to win that game……We ate their lunch…..did you see our hustle….we looked good, etc. etc. etc.” 

For the complete 45 minute ride home, John was talking about every single detail over and over, and about what we had for lunch. Poor Jim was telling us we would hear about the fight the entire ride home, but to his unfortunate circumstances, he had to go to work with him for the next few days….and would hear about it all over again there!

All I have to say is….Jim, listen with pride!  You ate their lunch….and not many people eat Orange’s lunch!

Last night (around 11:00 pm, so sorry Hemeons if you were on the list), Tristen got my phone and mass texted a bunch of my friends to ”Call Me”.  Not that I don’t like every one of you, but no need to call…just an obnoxious sister.  Too bad the girl is funny, BUT not original.  She plagiarized my trick from a few years back.  Come on…..if you’re gonna do it, at least make it your own! And definitely don’t leave your phone around for me to text the same thing to your list of friends….at midnight!

Micah and I had the best weekend.  It started with dinner with the Lindsey’s (my friend Sarah from Utah) at my favorite…Javier’s.  It was great to catch up with Sarah, and even more fun to meet her new husband.  Micah and Bryce had a great time chatting, and Sarah gets our full approval!

Saturday morning, Micah took Scout on a run in the jogger stroller. They hit the coast, and Micah lulled Scout to sleep.  Afterwards, Micah and I took Scout in our new bike trailer down to San Onofre.  Talk about a pretty ride.  Micah was a bit slower with the trailer, so we were perfectly paired.  We rode a little under 15 miles, and got a great work out in.  Afterwards, we headed to Doheny beach to have a picnic on the beach.  I don’t what it is, but Micah makes the best sandwiches in the world.  We went home and hopped in the pool and jacuzzi - the pool was 79 degrees due to sweet solar panels!  We ended up at the mall to have a great Cheesecake F. dinner, and a little shopping.  Not Micah’s favorite thing - or mine for that matter - but he got a few treats in the mix.  Micah went non family that night, when he and Tacky headed to Harbor House for a mean chocolate malt.  Tacky…is it the winner?

Sunday was filled with church, two nice strolls, a fab dinner and a little R & R!  Life is good!

I keep telling everyone that the second I had Scout, my memory was shot.  My long term memory wasn’t that affected, but my short term is a stinking joke!  “The proof is in the pudding” (you like that AZ?):

I went to South Coast Plaza yesterday.  While in Nordstrom I was in the midst of a transaction at Savvy.  It was taking a bit of time, so I went browsing a little more.  Found two shirts I liked, hung them on my stroller to take into the dressing room.  Next thing I know, I am in the cafe.  Mid bite I realize I still have these two shirts hanging from the stroller.  I devise an entire plan of how to return them to their rightful place. 

After a fun afternoon, I head back to Bloomingdales (across the entire mall).  As I go out to my car, I unload….only to find those two shirts still hanging from the stroller.  What is wrong with me?  I am usually sharp, and not in the least vacant minded.  Who knows……but the worst part is that when I went in and out of Bloomingdales, the alarms went off, and I STILL didn’t clue in!  Oh well….just a good excuse to get back to SCP again today.

Every time Scout turns another month older (the 30th of each month), I try and make a little “to do” about it.  But before I knew it, we were already into March.  I felt like a failure that I let the day go by without even a second thought!  UNTIL…. I realized that February only has 28 or 29 days.  It all makes a little more sense now.

Scummy calls me in absolute hysterics the other day to tell me the following story:

She called over to Marc and Tarah’s house to check in on the 9 month prego lady. When on the other line she hears in a very deep and masculine (and poetic) voice….”Well hello Thackers.” Scummy immediately asked when they got caller ID. Marc got pretty serious at this point, and described the horrid encounter their family endured the night before. Marc said they had been harassed twice by an unknown caller, and in an effort to protect his family…he thought caller ID was, at this point, a necessary evil.

Scene II….The night before

Micah and I were heading up to LAX with Skilly and Scout. We were heading out for the weekend to North Carolina on a red eye. On our way up, in an effort to have some fun, I started dialing my regulars for a little crank calling. Some of the regulars were available, but instantly called me by name. I don’t get how they always know it’s me, but no matter what accent I use, they know the culprit. (Could be that all of my accents are the exact same like Micah says. I swear that I hear my crystal clear English accent very differently than my Australian one. But just like my singing voice that sounds perfect in my own ears, I guess others hear something differently than I do. Basically…I totally get those poor saps trying out for American Idol, who REALLY think they sounds good.) Anyway, the crank calling turned out to be shorter than usual, so I hit up a few new ones. And I must say that Marc Hemeon AKA HeMan, always makes for a good story one way or another….so I dialed.

In order to appreciate the call, I must give a little background. Our big, athletic, clean-cut Marc used to sport a more Greenpeace/Rennaisance get up. You know…the cut off painter’s pants, Birkenstocks with socks, and long hair look. I always picture him with a pipe in his mouth when I think about it. He had a special liking for names like Edgar Allen Poe, Robert Frost and Emily Dickenson. His idea of a perfect evening was lighting the fireplace, breaking out a little poetry and reading some excerpts. Hence…the call.

Marc: Hello

Me (in a very great,poetic accent - according to me): To be…or not to be.

Marc: Who is this?

Me: Romeo, romeo…where art thou Romeo?

Marc: Seriously…who is this? (Honestly, how he didn’t pick up that it was Scummy or me by now was hilarious)

Me: (by this time I was out of poems, so Micah was feeding them to me as we were cracking up!) A rose by any other name would smell as sweet…..

Marc hangs up.

Micah and I were dying that he didn’t immediately know it was me, so of course I HAD to call back.

Marc: Hello

Me: starting into another poem……..

Marc: If you call back, I’m gonna call the cops on you. AND HE WAS SERIOUS!

When he hung up, Micah and I were almost in tears. We immediately called the Tacky’s to tell them the classic Marc story. Scummy was dying! But things only got better when Marc decided to finally spend the $$ and get caller ID due to the harassment!

In conclusion, I have two things I must say. #1 - I will abide by the 10pm calling curfew you set out for me and Scummy (I know she is the real culprit). #2 - Marc…haven’t you ever heard of *67?

Micah had a business trip to North/South Carolina, so Scout, Skilly and I went along.  One of the things he had to do was meet with a family fun center company.  As a byproduct of the trip, we spent the entire day (until 11:00 pm  when we forced Skilly to turn in her tickets)  at the place.  And the best part……free of charge.   Micah was in meetings about 3/4 of the time, but came out and met up with us for some of it.  We bowled, played video games, went to a movie, tried one of everything on their menu, etc. We had a blast, and of everything we did the entire time, the arcade version of Deal or No Deal was the ultimate!  I swear it was like we were actually going to win real money.  it was really just tickets, but Skilly, Micah and I all won 200 tickets at least once!  Now that is a deal!

I know it is a little white trash, but I crack up over this goofy hat, so the poor Scout wears it all of the time.  It was chilly outside, but inside was nice and toasty…poor little guy!

checking his left side mirror

I don’t know what it is about these places that I love.  And to top it off, this place was spotless.  No sticky joysticks like nasty Chuck E Cheeses.  My mom doesn’t understand my obsession, and put a quick stop to my original idea of having my wedding reception at Boomers.  She didn’t share my same enthusiasm to let everyone and their kids come and play all afternoon for FREE!

All I have to say is…..if these walls could talk!  I spent the majority of my life at 13 Morning Dove, and that house is filled with more memories than I can count.  My dad built it for my mom, and when we were building it, we all got to say things we would like to have. Hence, the fire pole and 50’s diner!  Some of my favorite things from the house were:

The lock on the pantry door for fatso’s like Tristen and me! (my mom’s suggestion during those meetings?)

The incredible views….(this was what I looked at from my bed every morning)

the picture doesn’t do it justice, but this is from my morning bath…..bright green trees against the blue sky (my personal favorite!)

This was our valley view.  I have realtor friends who will fight me to the death on this one, but unless the ocean view is a whitewater view, I prefer the valley view with the mountains in the background!  The fact that i am less than a mile from the beach, but can see snow capped mountains is pretty great!

The raquetball court where I would challenge my dad.  We would play to 21, and he would let me start with 20 points….and I STILL couldn’t beat the guy!  It doesn’t mean I wouldn’t trash talk him the entire time.  But he would just look at me with a snide little smile and whip my rear!

I loved the architecture.  I loved the rock we took straight out of the Utah mountains.  My brother Shem especially liked the rocks as he would rock climb our fireplace.  My parents had a cardiac attack when they found out, but apparently the mortar was solid!

And I especially loved all of the woodwork throughout the house.  If and when Micah and I build a house someday, I definitely want some serious woodwork.

I loved our yard.  My dad built the house so friends would come to our house, and he certainly accomplished his goals.  Our pool and pool house were so fun throughout the years for BBQ’s and family get togethers.

Our slide was from before I was born.  It was especially good with a hose at the top, because that steep water slide was SLICK!

And last but NOT least…….every person in my family’s favorite thing………….the ICE MAKER!  Micah has commented several times, that no matter the cost….we will definitely have an ice maker in our future!

(it wasn’t usually this dirty…..this was the day we moved out, and had survived the entire move!)

13 Morning Dove was the greatest place to grow up.  The memories will always thrive!  Somewhat sad to see it go, but we are on to bigger and better! (actually smaller and better!)