West Cocoa Chat

First, I have to blog this:
Nanny boo-boo - I beat you Greg. I know, I’m blogging childishly but I couldn’t help myself. Greg just blows me away with his early posts especially considering our coastal positions. Greg gives new meaning to the term “West Coast Offense.”

In keeping with the theme of being “early,” earlier today I picked up Steven from “voluntary” conditioning for the High School Baseball Team. The Varsity coach had the team running the football stadium steps. As I was watching one of Steven’s coaches from last year walked up and started talking with me. I asked him how Steven was doing and he said the following things:
1. He told me that Steven was a hard worker. He was pleased with his physical development over the summer and during the fall “voluntary conditioning.” I can vouch for his “physical development.” The last few times we had a “voluntary” wrestling match gave me proof that the “hedonistic little sucker” (see previous post and Dr. Leman) is getting stronger. The only advantages I have on him now are height, weight, and a propensity to fight dirty when defeat is at hand! As I was saying, you always like to hear from other adults that your child is a “hard worker.” Of course sometimes I want to ask if they’re talking about the same 15 year-old that I live with.
2. The coach told me that Steven has a great attitude and isn’t a complainer. He said it didn’t matter what they asked Steven to do last year, play 3rd (not one of his “natural positions”), short-stop, 2nd base, or pitch – he was always willing to give 100 % no matter where they put him.

There you have it; a shame-less proud father bragging about his son. Trust me, I know my son (like his Dad) can be a knuckle-head but so was I at 15. I’m just thankful to the Lord for giving me a glimpse of the man Steven might become one day.
The rest of this blog is mainly for meowmix. I’m going to post some pictures of our 2 cats. If they look stressed out they had good reason. I took these pictures while Wilma was pounding us with 60mph winds and 14 inches of rain. Have a good weekend my fellow blones.

This is our problem solver - Buddy. I had a hard time taking this picture because he was in one of his licking modes. That's right, this cat will lick me like a dog, over and over. You might say he has great taste.

This is our girl, Cloe. She is a sweetie but don't try to pick her up. I coined the phrased "Hell-cat" the day I made that mistake. It's pretty embarrassing when you have to call the vet to cancel your appointment because a 3 pound cat just "kicked my butt (singular version of an old red neck saying) and took my name."

This is Cloe on our pool patio at the height of Hurricane Wilma. You can see my son standing behind her. She wants inside the house and now! It's O.K. meowmix, we accommodated her wishes.