Dear Terri & Justin,

You're douchebags.

Someday I hope to live next door to normal, mature adults. So please move soon.

XOXO

Superfan Heaven

It's a magical time of year in Detroit. A time where at any given point during the week, there are not one, not two, but three professional sporting events taking place at the same time. 'Round here, we call it a "sporgy"...a "sports orgy" if you will.

Being the superfan that I am, this is indeed a wonderful time. Saturday night, we were able to partake in the Red Wings win (yay!), The Pistons loss (boo!) and the Tigers win (yay!). We actually ran out of tuners on the TV (which is hard in our house...it is a nerd den if I ever saw one) and had to resort to putting one of the laptops on the tv stand with the Slingbox running. The sacrafices we must make. Le sigh.

Tonight, the stars have again aligned, though this time they were kind enough to stagger the starts, so we've been able to watch all of the games just flipping through. We watched the Red Wings win (again! SUCK IT, PITTSBURGH!), the Pistons win (finally! SUCK IT, BOSTON!*) and well, the Tigers are scoreless as I type this, but at least they're not losing so I can't complain. Double sporgy weekend. w00t!

Aaah. Nothing like Spring in the D. Gotta love it.

*To my Beantown girls, I still love ya...but it's the playoffs, so all bets are off. ;)

Dear Woman Wearing Pajama Pants At Target This Morning....

Just because you're a stay at home mom doesn't mean you don't have to try, honey. Maybe you put on something a little more than your jammies before you trek out to Target in the morning.

Love,
The Queen

PS: If you MUST wear the jammies out in public, could you at least make sure they're clean and not full of holes? K Thanks!

What No Parent Should Ever Have To Go Through.

The death of a child.

I cannot, for the life of me, fathom why things like that happen. I mean, I know there's a reason, and I know that it's all part of God's plan, but I just don't get it.

Yesterday, a boy from our neighborhood died. Sixteen years old.

Roughly two years ago, he was diagnosed with ALS (or Lou Gherig's disease). I was driving to my mom's house (they live in the same neighborhood as we do) and saw a handicap ramp in front of this family's home. I had assumed that they had taken in an elderly relative; after all, the parents were in their 40's, the kids in their late teens..what other explanation could there be, right? Not so. The youngest child had a couple of spells, where he'd fallen, almost for no reason. He seemed to be weakening. No one understood why this healthy 14 yr old was deteriorating. Trips to the doctor eventually revealed his diagnosis, which to this day seems impossible to me. Young people don't get ALS. That's an elderly persons disease, right? Sadly, wrong.

My heart just aches for them. This was their baby, their only boy, with an entire lifetime ahead of him. All of that promise and hope for the future now wiped out. And it makes me sad. It makes me angry.

Yet, at the same time, it makes me thankful. Thankful that even though my son drives me insane most days, I am fortunate enough to have him here with me. That is a blessing that I was sadly reminded yesterday not every parent has.