Keaton spent his first college spring break at home...relaxing and catching up on his sleep. It was far from boring, however. Over the weekend, Matt and Keaton headed to the Breslin Center to watch the high school basketball state finals. I stayed home with Cyrus and worked on creating a Robinson family website and created another slide show of some baby pics of me and my sisters. (Turn up your speakers and click on the triangle button on the right to play the slide show.) My weekend was without incident...unlike Matt and Keaton's weekend.
Friday was pretty uneventful for them. A nice drive over to Lansing. Basketball. Eating. More basketball. More eating.
Saturday was another story. While on their way to get some breakfast at the hotel, Keaton (who was walking briskly, hunched over a little with his hood up to ward off the morning chill in the air) walked right into the corner of the hatch door of a van someone left open. Idiot. (Not Keaton...the moron who left the door open.) Being guys, they surveyed the gash on Keaton's forehead, wiped off the blood and continued on, anxious to get to the first game of the day. I asked if they thought about going to the hospital to get some stitches. Of course they couldn't because they'd miss too much basketball. Keaton said it was fine...he just brought extra kleenex and kept wiping the blood off his forehead the rest of the day. Ugh. So, a little behind schedule on Saturday morning, they drove over to the Breslin Center. Traffic was pretty thick as people were trying to turn at a really short light. Matt made the light...and then was pulled over by a state trooper for running a red light. Oops. Now they were really running behind schedule. Matt dropped Keaton off at the door so he could get their tickets from their friend waiting outside the arena. Matt went to park the car and as he pulled up, they closed the lot. He was redirected to another lot and as he pulled up...they closed that lot. He was then redirected to another lot...and surprisingly it wasn't closed...but he missed the driveway and had to double back to get back into it. The rest of the day continued without mishap, thankfully. (Based on Matt's luck that day, it's a good thing he didn't waste any money buying a Mega Millions ticket.)
So, Keaton's spring break is about over and he's getting ready to head back to campus. He slept, ate, worked out at the gym, went to an exciting Red Wings game (OT and then a shoot-out), visited friends and watched three west Michigan teams win state basketball championships. He helped his dad and uncle try to install a microwave and stove without the proper tools. He watched them improvise and try to use jumper cables as pliers and use a screwdriver and hammer to cut wood. I'm sure Keaton will always remember his first college spring break...and his adventures with his dad. He'll always have the scar on his forehead to help him remember.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Cheers!
In honor of St. Patrick's Day and the Irish love of storytelling (and alcohol), I decided to update my blog and share with you all a wee story. Matt and I picked Keaton up from school for his spring break. He wanted to stop at the store to pick up a video game. I waited in the car because, believe it or not, video game shopping is about as exciting for me as watching golf. I pulled out my phone to text my sister, Karie.
Deb: "It's not fair. I'm bored. We just picked Keaton up for spring break and they're in Game Stop. He's anxious to get home and play video games."
Karie: "Sory you are board." (Ah ha...based on the spelling, I knew McKenna grabbed Karie's phone. She's notorious for texting on her parents' phones.)
Deb: "Hey...is that you, McKenna?"
Karie (a.k.a. McKenna): "i am doing home work"
Deb: "Smart and pretty...wow!!" (Notice how I use proper punctuation in my texts? It might be why I take so long and always seem to hit the wrong buttons.)
McKenna: "i am not the pretty 1 u r!" (Can you see why I love her so, so much?)
Deb: "Flattery will get you everywhere! I'm planning to come hang out with you guys over spring break...or you guys can come here."
McKenna: "I'm up for that:)"
And here's where my texting went to hell. For some reason, an old, incomplete text from my draft box flashed and was sent to Karie WITHOUT ME DOING ANYTHING. I didn't hit the send button. I didn't do anything...except corrupt my sweet, innocent niece.
Deb (Again, the text was sent all on its own.): "As chilly as it is now, I might have to make hot chocolate with buttershots for tomorrow night. He's..."
McKenna: "I'm kenna"
Deb: "I don't know why my last message went out. That was a really old text...ignore that one."
Karie (She quickly took back her phone after McKenna asked about hot chocolate and buttershots. I'm sure she shrieked and ripped the phone from McKenna's hand before I could do further damage...she knows my other texting mistakes.): "I am cooking dinner and unloading the dishwasher so yes it was kenna txtin and she said she can't wait til spring brk!!! She said buttershots sounded good even though she has never tasted them...hahaha!!! Gonna have to keep a close eye on that girl for sure!;)"
Deb: "Sorry about that. That was an old text...I have no idea why it was sent."
Karie: "Thats ok."
Deb: "I'm about to pee my pants from laughing so hard. Keaton just figured out it was a draft that was in my box too long and was automatically sent out. But, one day she'll think i'..."
Deb: "Damn it...I suck at twxting. One day she'll think I'm the coolest aunt."
Karie: "Hahahaha! Hope your Valentine's text isn't in your drafts...lol!"
And that's why I'm not allowed to text children anymore.
Cheers!
Deb: "It's not fair. I'm bored. We just picked Keaton up for spring break and they're in Game Stop. He's anxious to get home and play video games."
Karie: "Sory you are board." (Ah ha...based on the spelling, I knew McKenna grabbed Karie's phone. She's notorious for texting on her parents' phones.)
Deb: "Hey...is that you, McKenna?"
Karie (a.k.a. McKenna): "i am doing home work"
Deb: "Smart and pretty...wow!!" (Notice how I use proper punctuation in my texts? It might be why I take so long and always seem to hit the wrong buttons.)
McKenna: "i am not the pretty 1 u r!" (Can you see why I love her so, so much?)
Deb: "Flattery will get you everywhere! I'm planning to come hang out with you guys over spring break...or you guys can come here."
McKenna: "I'm up for that:)"
And here's where my texting went to hell. For some reason, an old, incomplete text from my draft box flashed and was sent to Karie WITHOUT ME DOING ANYTHING. I didn't hit the send button. I didn't do anything...except corrupt my sweet, innocent niece.
Deb (Again, the text was sent all on its own.): "As chilly as it is now, I might have to make hot chocolate with buttershots for tomorrow night. He's..."
McKenna: "I'm kenna"
Deb: "I don't know why my last message went out. That was a really old text...ignore that one."
Karie (She quickly took back her phone after McKenna asked about hot chocolate and buttershots. I'm sure she shrieked and ripped the phone from McKenna's hand before I could do further damage...she knows my other texting mistakes.): "I am cooking dinner and unloading the dishwasher so yes it was kenna txtin and she said she can't wait til spring brk!!! She said buttershots sounded good even though she has never tasted them...hahaha!!! Gonna have to keep a close eye on that girl for sure!;)"
Deb: "Sorry about that. That was an old text...I have no idea why it was sent."
Karie: "Thats ok."
Deb: "I'm about to pee my pants from laughing so hard. Keaton just figured out it was a draft that was in my box too long and was automatically sent out. But, one day she'll think i'..."
Deb: "Damn it...I suck at twxting. One day she'll think I'm the coolest aunt."
Karie: "Hahahaha! Hope your Valentine's text isn't in your drafts...lol!"
And that's why I'm not allowed to text children anymore.
Cheers!
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
K(eaton) Basketball
Our first year of college basketball is behind us now. What a fun adventure! Keaton enjoyed his season...even with his knee problems. We couldn't have hoped for a better experience! He played almost every minute in the JV games and was in for a few minutes of action with the big guys on varsity a few times. (**Mom's Brag Alert**: Keaton scored 27 points in the game against Hope College. He had five 3-point baskets in a row. It was awesome to watch him play the game he loves...and have fun! Oh, and he only missed one (yep, 1) free-throw all season.) He was welcomed to the team...and entire basketball family...with open arms (of course, after showering). All the families were so nice and friendly. The coaches were all positive and kept a sense of humor throughout the entire season. The guys on the team were awesome!! There was a real sense of camaraderie...it must be all those bonding times eating together and playing video games. It's been such a welcome change from high school ball: no parents yelling at the players, no players criticizing each other and bickering, no coaches belitting a player, and no slumped shoulders and hanging heads coming out of the locker room. It's such a nice change! The best part...I don't HAVE to have a drink before each game. Not only are my nerves calm, but my liver is much happier! Keaton had a nice fan club at his games and we're so grateful for the support from family and friends! College basketball is definitely much different than high school; it's so much faster and more physical. Holy cow, he's playing against HUGE MEN!! But, Keaton's accepted the challenge to be a scorer on varsity next year. He's working hard off-season with lifting and gaining some weight. The trainer has him eating six (yep, 6!) times a day. We're hoping he'll be able to strengthen his knees and won't suffer from patellar tendinitis (or Osgood-Schlatter as Keaton and his beloved Web MD believes he has/had). So, to honor Keaton's basketball season, I made a little highlight slide show. Just click on the triangle start button on the right and turn up your speakers. (For those of you with little ones and/or sensitive ears, there is a little profanity in the song. But, hey, Keaton's in college now...this is one of the tamest songs I could find in his music library.) Oh, one more thing to look for while watching the slide show...Keaton is #44. However, he is wearing #43 in a few pictures...he wore #43 in a JV game and then changed into #44 for the varsity game. (Just a fun fact in case you're ever on Jeopardy and the category is "The Life and Times of Keaton Adams.)
We had the banquet last weekend and it was fabulous! Wow...another nice change from potluck high school banquets in the cafeteria. It was catered and very nice! One dad made a highlight DVD that was incredible! Matt copied the JV games for the JV players and I made 27 photo books for the entire team and coaches/trainer. One last basketball story to share is a quote from Keaton. We took him and his beloved Elizabeth out to dinner after the last K game. He said he's really looking forward to next year and "being socially dominant". He said he won't have to sit in the middle of the seat in the van for away games anymore...he can have a window or aisle seat; he won't have to carry the extra bags around; and he can boss the freshmen around next year. Aim high, Keaton!
We purged our basement and are now officially clutter-free! Matt built shelves in the basement and we have everything all neatly stored and labeled. (Our stuff was neatly stored and labeled before, but we just had way too much of it!) I forgot how much crafting I used to do. Now that I can get to it, I have to start getting crafty again...after I finish my 500 scrapbooks (I'm not kidding...I have about 20,000 pictures to scrapbook) and quilts. We shredded 13 years of tax records and now have what was in three bins all neatly compressed into one portable file box. (Neatly labeled, of course!) We had eight bags of shredded papers to recycle and our Durango was filled to the roof with donations to Goodwill. I'm sure the neighbors thought we're either moving or covering our tracks as insider traders. It feels so great to be purged. Now Matt can get his long-awaited pinball machines for the basement. I can't say no anymore...unless I want him to get the garage finished first. Hmmmmmm....
Matt and I have had some laughs at our mishaps lately. One day, Matt went out to shovel the driveway until I watched him limp up to the garage with his boot in his hand and his sock hanging off his foot. I then watched him crawl into the bathroom and just shook my head because there's no telling what he just did. Well, he left a nice bloody trail from the chunk of glass wedged into his heel. The strange thing was that he wore those same boots days before and walked a few miles snow-shoeing in them...with the glass in them and it never bothered him. Luckily he dug out the glass and didn't pass out while doing it. (I wasn't dressed at the time and really didn't want to take him to the ER in my p.j.s...and Heaven forbid...without my hair and makeup done!) I've had what I call my "Lucy Moments". I relearned the principles of refraction of light when I thought Matt had replaced a white light-switch cover with a pink one. I was all excited and thought he was so sweet to install something pretty for me...until I discovered that the light from my red robe makes the white switch-plate cover look pink. Who knew? I also learned the hard way that my hand does NOT fit in the kleenex box. I was putting on my makeup and needed a kleenex. There was one left...at the bottom of the box, of course. (And by box, I mean in the cardboard box INSIDE the decorative ceramic box.) So, I carefully reached and dug and finally got the kleenex...only to discover that I couldn't get my hand back out of the box...uh, boxes. Unlike Lucy and her crying, I start to laugh when I get stuck. I don't know about Lucy, but when I start to laugh really hard, I have to pee. The harder I laugh, the more I have to pee. Well, my right hand was stuck in the kleenex box...and I'm right-handed. I honestly thought I was going to have to call Matt to help me get my hand out of the box...or help me go to the bathroom. Since that really wasn't a call I wanted to make (and have Matt's cubicle neighbors think I'm even crazier than they think I already am) I oiled up my hand and got it out. My bladder was very happy. I have another story about texting...but it's a little naughty. Let's just say to always double-check...no triple-check...who your message is going to before sending any texts. Seriously. Check. Then check again and again. ;-)
We headed back to good ol' Kearsley to watch the younger generation play some basketball. It was strange to be back at the high school and middle school. I don't remember a lot. (I still believe that all the fumes from the gallons of Aqua Net hairspray I used has marred my memory.) I do remember kissing Matt in the hallway at school, so we HAD to pose for a picture for old time's sake. Keaton was thoroughly disgusted.
We had an ice storm a few weeks ago and it was really pretty. Keaton called to say they lost power at school. He went to his teammates' house and crashed. I was thankful he was warm and he could shower and study. He was thankful he was warm and could plug in his laptop and cell phone. Their team really is like a little family. They all look out for each other and it's such a nice relief to not have to worry. (Well, I still worry, but I don't have to worry every second of every day. My gray hair isn't coming in so fast and furiously now..whew!) Really the only thing I have to worry about now is who I accidentally just sent my last text to...
We had the banquet last weekend and it was fabulous! Wow...another nice change from potluck high school banquets in the cafeteria. It was catered and very nice! One dad made a highlight DVD that was incredible! Matt copied the JV games for the JV players and I made 27 photo books for the entire team and coaches/trainer. One last basketball story to share is a quote from Keaton. We took him and his beloved Elizabeth out to dinner after the last K game. He said he's really looking forward to next year and "being socially dominant". He said he won't have to sit in the middle of the seat in the van for away games anymore...he can have a window or aisle seat; he won't have to carry the extra bags around; and he can boss the freshmen around next year. Aim high, Keaton!
We purged our basement and are now officially clutter-free! Matt built shelves in the basement and we have everything all neatly stored and labeled. (Our stuff was neatly stored and labeled before, but we just had way too much of it!) I forgot how much crafting I used to do. Now that I can get to it, I have to start getting crafty again...after I finish my 500 scrapbooks (I'm not kidding...I have about 20,000 pictures to scrapbook) and quilts. We shredded 13 years of tax records and now have what was in three bins all neatly compressed into one portable file box. (Neatly labeled, of course!) We had eight bags of shredded papers to recycle and our Durango was filled to the roof with donations to Goodwill. I'm sure the neighbors thought we're either moving or covering our tracks as insider traders. It feels so great to be purged. Now Matt can get his long-awaited pinball machines for the basement. I can't say no anymore...unless I want him to get the garage finished first. Hmmmmmm....
Matt and I have had some laughs at our mishaps lately. One day, Matt went out to shovel the driveway until I watched him limp up to the garage with his boot in his hand and his sock hanging off his foot. I then watched him crawl into the bathroom and just shook my head because there's no telling what he just did. Well, he left a nice bloody trail from the chunk of glass wedged into his heel. The strange thing was that he wore those same boots days before and walked a few miles snow-shoeing in them...with the glass in them and it never bothered him. Luckily he dug out the glass and didn't pass out while doing it. (I wasn't dressed at the time and really didn't want to take him to the ER in my p.j.s...and Heaven forbid...without my hair and makeup done!) I've had what I call my "Lucy Moments". I relearned the principles of refraction of light when I thought Matt had replaced a white light-switch cover with a pink one. I was all excited and thought he was so sweet to install something pretty for me...until I discovered that the light from my red robe makes the white switch-plate cover look pink. Who knew? I also learned the hard way that my hand does NOT fit in the kleenex box. I was putting on my makeup and needed a kleenex. There was one left...at the bottom of the box, of course. (And by box, I mean in the cardboard box INSIDE the decorative ceramic box.) So, I carefully reached and dug and finally got the kleenex...only to discover that I couldn't get my hand back out of the box...uh, boxes. Unlike Lucy and her crying, I start to laugh when I get stuck. I don't know about Lucy, but when I start to laugh really hard, I have to pee. The harder I laugh, the more I have to pee. Well, my right hand was stuck in the kleenex box...and I'm right-handed. I honestly thought I was going to have to call Matt to help me get my hand out of the box...or help me go to the bathroom. Since that really wasn't a call I wanted to make (and have Matt's cubicle neighbors think I'm even crazier than they think I already am) I oiled up my hand and got it out. My bladder was very happy. I have another story about texting...but it's a little naughty. Let's just say to always double-check...no triple-check...who your message is going to before sending any texts. Seriously. Check. Then check again and again. ;-)
We headed back to good ol' Kearsley to watch the younger generation play some basketball. It was strange to be back at the high school and middle school. I don't remember a lot. (I still believe that all the fumes from the gallons of Aqua Net hairspray I used has marred my memory.) I do remember kissing Matt in the hallway at school, so we HAD to pose for a picture for old time's sake. Keaton was thoroughly disgusted.
We had an ice storm a few weeks ago and it was really pretty. Keaton called to say they lost power at school. He went to his teammates' house and crashed. I was thankful he was warm and he could shower and study. He was thankful he was warm and could plug in his laptop and cell phone. Their team really is like a little family. They all look out for each other and it's such a nice relief to not have to worry. (Well, I still worry, but I don't have to worry every second of every day. My gray hair isn't coming in so fast and furiously now..whew!) Really the only thing I have to worry about now is who I accidentally just sent my last text to...
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