Thursday, August 6, 2009

Pizza Face

I never blogged about Sadie's birthday so I thought I'd better before I forgot...
ImageThe day had a happy start. Sadie had been looking forward to her birthday for a very long time. It's a big deal to turn 7 when you are little girl. We invited lots of cousins over for a "Make-Your-Own Pizza Party". Including our kids, 15 in all. It got a little crazy trying to let each kid make their own pizza. A good idea in theory (a good idea in reality too if things go right). Eric was helping 3 kids at a time make their pizzas. He had one of the little pizzas on a giant spatula (you know the one, Tia. Good purchase.). He scooped it up and turned around really fast to put it in the oven. Unfortunately, Sadie was walking past him at that exact moment. He didn't see her, and she got a pizza pie to the face. Everyone laughed because it was a funny thing that happened. It wasn't funny to Sadie, though. She had sauce, cheese, and toppings on her face and people were laughing. She thought at her. She ran off and hid because she was so embarassed. I finally found her crying under one of Eric's tables outside. I tried everything I could think of to help her feel better. She wasn't having it. Then her friends started coming out to get her to come back to her party. She just wanted to be alone because her whole party and birthday was completely ruined! I went in the house for a minute to talk to Eric, and when I came back to the table she was gone. I had to hunt for her again in 10,000 degree weather. Found her in the giant tire that is our future sandbox. Still wouldn't listen to me or her friends. I told her she had to come in the house before she had heat stroke. She agreed to go to my room and lock the door so no one would bother her. Time was running out. Her party only had an hour left and there was no birthday girl. I checked on her and when I came out, Lisa was standing there. She had something on her face and upon closer inspection, I realized it was pizza sauce. I was like, "Ummm, Lisa, you have something on your face." She wanted to talk to Sadie and she wanted to do it quick because she said her face was on fire. Apparently we make spicy sauce. They were in my room for awhile, and finally Sadie emerged to attend her own party. Sadie had helped Lisa clean her face off and talked to her to make her feel better. Sometimes a girl needs someone else to talk to than her mother.

ImageThis was afterwards. No more pizza face talk- Lisa was trying to get Sadie's mind on other things.

ImageGroup photo with some of the girl cousins (and Zane). Sadie isn't quite happy yet but she's starting to come around. Zane is very happy on the other hand. Sometimes I wonder.

ImageVictory. She built her own pizza, ate it, and finally was getting into her party.

ImageThat extra $10 was an added bonus, Mom. Very exciting. She loved all her presents. Thanks to all who made her birthday great.

ImageEric made this Hello Kitty cake in an unbelievable amount of time. You should have seen him carve, frost, and decorate. He was a cake making fool. Luckily someone in our family has mad skills. Thanks to Tara for the extra white frosting...who knew Hello Kitty would need so much frosting? Not I. The kids said that Hello Kitty looked evil because of the green eyes. I thought every girl wanted an Evil Hello Kitty cake for her birthday.

That night as I was tucking her into bed, we talked a little about her day and all that went on. Her last statement was, "Lisa pretty much saved my birthday". Then she rolled over and went to sleep.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Wicked toenails. Not a fungus.

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Apparently you're not a true Wicked fan unless you have a pop of green on you when you go to the show. People everywhere with mostly black clothes and a green accessory- a tie, necklace, scarf, a hair bow if that's what you like. We didn't know this prior to the show, but I guess somewhere deep down we knew we would be fans. We (Mom, Tia, Hanny, and me) all got our green pedicures on and thankfully we fit in. I just want to know who invited the girl with the trapezoid-shaped toenail. Weird. Good food prior.  A great show. Wonderful music. The best company throughout. It was the recipe for a perfect evening. I guess we are all better people because of it?

Monday, June 29, 2009

You're right. I'm wrong. You're smart. I'm stupid.

For those of you Beecrofts that were too cool to come to our "family reunion"...a little history: One day Tia was almost stung by a giant brown recluse (or a Hobo spider, a Huntsman spider, but definitely not a Sun spider). Eric tried to catch the spider with a stick. That wasn't working out to good so he turned to Dad and asked him to get something he could catch the spider with. Dad hurries off and comes back with what he reckoned was a great spider catcher. What was it you ask? 2 paper plates. I know, I know. Try to catch your breath before I go on...

Well, Hanny and I were standing close by. This was too good of an opportunity to let go. We jabbed and poked and made fun of Dad (and Eric too because he was an accomplice). We were curious to know how they made it through Boy Scouts, etc. I suggested they get a jar and they spider was caught soon thereafter.

A few days after the incident, the kids were in their rooms taking naps. Deano runs in the front door (yes, he was supposed to be in his room asleep. He had climbed out the window to play outside. He's tricky). He tells Eric to come outside fast because he had found something under his truck. They go outside to look. Turns out it was a tarantula. Eric tells Deano, "Hurry and go inside and get me something to catch it with!" What does Deano come back with? You guessed it...a paper plate. Smart boy. He wasn't even around when the whole brown recluse thing went down. Eric catches the spider or arachnid if you may. He tells me to get the camera and take a picture. He wants everyone to know that paper plates DO make great spider catchers. My apologies, boys- I mean "Fierce Spider-Catching Men".

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"I won't say I told you so...but the look on my face might."



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Sadie was a good little actress in this picture but it's all for show.
I found her holding the spider in her room later.


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Show no fear...

Friday, February 20, 2009

Easy- You're too young for "Muffin Slacks"

ImageI don't know what you're talking about. This little boy does NOT have a large head. Take this muffin, for example. It's actually SMALLER than Zane's head! I think I've proven my point.

Monday, February 16, 2009

You're a Fraidy Cat. What? Didn't you hear me? Are Fraidy Cat's ears too tiny?

Humor me as I explore the dichotomy (don't panic- it's just a word) of a little girl I like to call Sadie. There are 2 sides of this girl I'd like to discuss, although there are many layers to this One. The first is her FEARLESSNESS. She wants to win. She has her goals in mind, and she WILL make it happen. Lately her and Deano have been having bike races around our yard. The track is circular. As they approach the first turn, Deano will undoubtedly let off the pedaling and coast around the turn. He's been hurt before and thank you very much he will have no part in that if he can help it. Sadie on the other hand, will sacrifice life and limb. There will be no letting off the pedals, that's for wimps. She will do whatever it takes to be victorious in the end. She wins EVERY time. Deano's pride is broken. I don't know why he keeps agreeing to race her. I don't have any pix of their races, but these photos of a recent soccer game at Mombee and Grampa's house illustrates my point.

Image"Mine, ALL MINE!" (An evil laugh follows)


Image"Get out of my way, Zane. This is serious business."


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"I warned you what would happen if you didn't let me have the ball. Rules, Shmules. Where is it written that I can't touch the ball with my hands?"


ImageSadie's opponents are left in ruins.


Image"I'm the ultimate winner! Woo Hoo!"

The flip-side is her FEARFULNESS. This is the little girl who is afraid to buy her lunch from the cafeteria, because she is scared that the lunch aid will tell her she has to eat something off her plate that she doesn't want to. The little girl that would rather get all the problems wrong on her work at school than raise her hand and ask her teacher to explain. You can hurt her physically, but please don't hurt her feelings...that's just too much to bear. Not sure where she gets these characteristics, must be from her dad. Just sayin'.


Tuesday, February 3, 2009

He's so cute I could just lick him!

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Contrary to popular belief, I do have more kids than just Deano. I have been feeling bad that the last few posts have only been about him...so I have repented and promise to be an equal-opportunity blogger for all the kids. Today is Gizbert's turn.

Since he is "Zane the Train Man" we got him this train conductor hat for Christmas. He loves it so much. Whenever we are going somewhere he always says, "Wait! I have to get my hat!" He wears it wherever we go. You'd think this obsession would have rubbed off by now, but it's still going strong! What a cutie!

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

My feelings are best expressed by this SHORT story:

The day was sultry...


How lucky Deano was to be chosen to go to the Barrett-Jackson Collector Car auction! WOO HOO! It couldn't have been more perfect. Dean's job was to look cute on stage while a car was auctioned off to benefit the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation. 
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Dean on the bus ride over to WestWorld in Scottsdale. He thought the bus was "so awesome". Could life get any better than a bus ride for this kid? Yes Dean, it can and will...wait for it. Grandpa Richards joined us for the excitement.

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After we got there, we checked in with Eileen from the JDRF. She said that the auction was running behind schedule so we didn't need to meet with the other members of our group until 6:45. We had some time to hang out and look around at all the vendor booths.

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We looked at many, many cars. I think that from the looks of this photo, Dean might be on the verge of being too cool for his mom to kiss him in public....please....NOOOOO! Shut your mouth and say it ain't so!
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This was the car that was advertised to sell for the JDRF- A Shelby Mustang. It was pulled from the auction at the last minute and never sold. The old switch-a-roo was put into play. There must be some "Auction Psychology" that I'm not aware of that if you switch cars at the last minute for a better car you will get it sold for a higher price for the charity...not sure but it doesn't really matter.

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Luckily we got this picture of Deano with the Cobra Jet that ended up being the car that was sold, which was very exciting because it WAS the coolest car there. It was signed by John Force and Mike Neff.

ImageWe met with our group and the kids all received their Ford shirts to wear on stage.  We had to do a lot of waiting around because apparently you just can't predict how fast an auction will go. The Ford Big Wigs were feeling bad that it was taking so long and it was getting kind of late for all these kids. They took us to the Ford motor home and gave all the parents Ford T-shirts to wear. They wined and dined us (with sodas and snacks) and gave the kids Ford hot wheels. Pretty much treated us like royalty. The cutest moment was when 2 of the kids with "the Sugars" was hunched over this giant bowl of snacks. They were both reading the nutrition labels to figure out serving sizes and carbs. It was such a poignant moment for me. What other little kids know how to read a nutrition label? Little kids shouldn't have to do that if you ask me. I was so grateful at that instant that the JDRF gives these kids opportunities to do special and exciting things that make life with diabetes somehow easier.
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We still had time to kill so we watched the auction for awhile while we waited. Deano got restless so we went outside to wait with our group. 

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Deano had so much FUN playing with the other kids. It's a treat for him to be around other kids that have to go through the same things he does. At the same time, it was nice for me to be able to talk to some of the other parents. The kids were so hyper and wound up...you wouldn't have been able to guess that it was really late! 

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Dean made some good little friends. One of the boys lives in the QC too, so I can't wait for them to get together and play.

ImageWhen it was time, they put all the kids in the back of the Ford Raptor which was going to be auctioned off first for the JDRF. They drove it up on the auction block. All the parents were supposed to run around the back of the stage to meet the kids on the other side. As we turned around to go, the Cobra drives by us to get in line behind the truck. Eric looks at me with stars in his eyes and says, "THAT'S JOHN FORCE DRIVING THAT CAR!" I say, "NO WAY, but we have to go to the other side now, Eric! Let's go!" He just stood there like he was paralyzed or something. I completely abandoned him and left him in his catatonic state. I was running to the other side, looking behind me and when I was finally there I turn around and see Eric finally running, too. I don't think he knew what to do with himself he was just too overwhelmed.

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They lined all the kids up in front of the truck and auctioned it off. It went for $130,000. Of course, I couldn't get Dean to look at the camera.

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The General Manager of Ford getting Dean to clap and raise his hands to help increase the bidding.

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After the truck sold, John Force drives the Cobra Jet onto the auction block and gives the car a few revs to get the crowd excited. He gets up on the stage and explains a lottle (not a little) about the car and encourages people to buy this car "for the kids. It's all about the kids." 

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They get the bidding started and bring the kids back up. The car was finally sold for $375,000

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I took this picture as the car was being auctioned. OK- I know for a fact that Eric was running on pure adrenaline. Do you know how I know? Never in my life have I seen this man shoot me the peace sign for a picture. Not his style. He was feeling the love and all was right in the world in this moment of time. A peace sign is appropriate, then, if you ask me. Can't everyone just get along and be happy? I mean, we are on stage at Barrett-Jackson and in John Force's presence for pete's sake! The greatest drag racer of all time! Eric's lifetime hero! This can't be happening to him, things like this don't happen to him, they happen to other people. We knew beforehand that a celebrity was going to be there to help auction off the car but never in our wildest dreams would we have thought that it would be John Force! Unbelievable! 

ImageWe hung back after the car was sold hoping to get the chance to meet John. (I'm going to call him John from this point forward because Best Friends have the right to call each other by their first name.) As he came around the corner, Eric stopped John and introduced himself and told him that he's been a fan 4-EVER! In my mind, what Eric told John translates to "I love you, John Force. I have loved you forever, and I always will. There's a chance that I have a "Man-Crush" on you." Maybe it was just me, but I'm pretty sure that's what he meant.

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I was so disappointed that this picture turned out bleary! I guess I can't have it all.  Eric told me that John Force sure was snuggley

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I'm sure he wanted to, but John couldn't stand around talking to Eric and Deano all day...he had an interview to do with the man who bought the car, Brent Hyack (seen in the blue shirt to the right of the giant noggin in the middle of the picture). 

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Yes, we are having a good time...Bing!


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Eric and Dean watched the interview from the side. As John was walking out of the interview area, he stopped at them and said, "Hey- I know these guys!" Then he asked Eric if he was coming to the Pomona races in a few weeks and that he if did, he would give him a personal tour of his pits. Eric told him that he wasn't going because he lives here in Phoenix.  John asked Eric if he wanted an autograph or picture or something to which Eric replied, "no, I want to work on your race team!" They laughed ha-ha but Eric was serious...that really would be a dream come true. John signed Dean's shirt, and then Eric got this shot of Dean and John.  I love it!  Dean was the only kid who even knew who John Force was, and he was so excited to meet him! You can tell from the twinkle in Dean's eye how happy he was.

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Yes, Eric has a twinkle in his eyes, too!

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We really wanted to thank this man- (I have forgotten his name due to all the excitement) a GM for Ford. He was the one who helped all the kids on stage and directed them as to what they were to do. He was so great with the kids. We went back in the auction tent, and we could see him just leaving. We chased him down, and thanked him for everything. As we were wrapping up our conversation, guess who walks up yet again....yep you guessed it, John Force.

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Eric starts talking to him, and John asks him again if he is going to Pomona. Eric tells him again that he can't because he lives here. John tells him that he should come out to the Test and Tune which was going to be the following weekend at Firebird. He tells Eric to give his contact information to his liason (which is the man in the middle) so that we can come and get a tour of his pits. (We ended up not being able to go to the Test and Tune which was unfortunate). We get the man's card, and we thank John for everything. I can't believe how nice he was. I truly believe that he can tell true fans from kisser-uppers, and he really appreciates them. 

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As we were leaving, we wanted to thank one more of the Ford people that was so nice. We found him at the Ford display. We thanked him and told him how much fun we had, and how excited we were to meet John Force. He gave us his card and told us to get our contact info. to him and he would send us tickets to the races in February. How cool is that? Overall, we had the best day ever. It was so exciting and couldn't have been more perfect. Deano said it was the best day of his life. He felt really special and important and man he looks good on T.V.! It was probably the best day of Eric's life, too, but hopefully he's smart enough not to admit to that! It's amazing to me how sometimes the stars just line up for a perfect day.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

It's not about the cards you are dealt, it's playing a poor hand well.

This Saturday Deano will be one of ten kids with "the sugars" that get to help auction off a Ford Shelby GT500 at the Barret-Jackson Car Auction in Scottsdale. All the money raised will go the JDRF. We are all really excited and can't wait. The kids will be on the auction block as the car is sold to help pull on heart-strings and loosen people's wallets. A celebrity (we don't know who yet) will drive the car up onto the block. It's going to be an exciting day and we are really happy that Dean was choosen to do this...it couldn't be more perfect considering who Dean's father is! We'll follow up with details and pix of the big day soon. Oh! The Speed Channel is showing it LIVE so somewhere between 4 and 9 p.m. he will be on. The lot number for the car is 1347.2 Wish Deano luck for his big TV debut!ImageThis is a picture taken at last year's auction...yes, that is Patrick Dempsey! This car sold for $300,000 and it ALL went to the JDRF! Thank you Ford for donating the car.

I know already, BK!

BK got after me to be a better blogger cuz he's tired of going to my blog EVERY DAY and not having any thing new to read (wink wink). I will drop off the edge of the planet sometime in the future and maintain blogging silence so please enjoy while it lasts! That's just how I do...

Monday, October 6, 2008

Register for "Captain Deano's Crew"

Our team (Captain Deano's Crew) is up and running for the JDRF Walk to Cure Diabetes. Any and all are welcome to join us! We truly appreciate everyone that supported us last year. The Walk is on November 1st, 9:00am (registration starts at 7:30) at Tempe Town Lake. To register:
1) Go to www.jdrf.org
2)Click on Register for the walk
3)Find the Tempe, AZ walk
4)Click on Register for this walk
5)Enter your info. and you are good to go

If you need help registering please let me know. If you walked last year but your team T-shirts are un-wearable...I have more. We ran out of or have only a few left of small/medium T's for kids and small/medium T's for adults. We can figure it out if these are the sizes you need. I guess when I ordered the shirts last year I was just in denial that more people are small rather than large like us! Shoot! I am not sending out a letter this year but I am hoping to get an e-mail out to everyone soon with more info. Stay tuned and we hope to see you there!
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Help the boy get rid of "the sugars"!

Friday, October 3, 2008

This might be funny only in my World

The other night Eric and I settled into our usual couch-potato spots, all ready for another great episode of Ghost Hunters. Eric had made us a giant bowl of home-made popcorn. Man was it good. We were all settled in chowing down and enjoying life when I realized that, "This popcorn is making me thirsty!" Eric had a big glass of ice water and I kept begging drinks. About half-way through the show Eric all of a sudden yells out his favorite explicative (frick, that is). It frightened me a little, I must admit. He turns to me and asks, "did you notice anything about this water?" I hadn't, but I was afraid of what it might be. I have often been known to throw something up in the ice container that shouldn't really be there, especially if the freezer is crowded. You know- the occasional bag of peas or otter pops are most popular. Well, inevitably when the kids crush their ice all heck breaks loose and you get all kinds of floaties that shouldn't be there. I knew whatever was in his ice was going to be my fault, of course. He hands me his cup to show me what was in there along with his half-melted ice.s A flippin' Snack Pack! How did that get in there, you ask? Eric didn't realize that he had scooped it up with his manly-man hands along with the ice. We had been drinking the water and didn't even look down and notice. We broke out into one of those laughs that never seems like it is going to end. I started laughing that scary "Granny-laugh" that is more like a wheeze than a giggle. It was a good 15 minutes before we got ourselves under control. It was nice to have a good 'ole hee haw and not be standing near the incontinence isle (you know who you are...you shall remain nameless).Image

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

The worst insult a Six Year Old can give

Image Every night as I tuck Sadie into bed, I see this written on the wall above her bed. I always get a good chuckle. Apparently when she had a time-out on her bed, she was VERY angry at me. The only thing she can think of to get back at me is to write my name on the wall and then X out my name. This is the equivalent of her saying, "You're dead to me!" It's hard to see, but her name is written above my name, but her name is circled. She's good- I'm bad. She's perfect- I'm imperfect. She's beautiful- I'm ugly. You get the picture.

Yes, those are holes in the wall- another story that we won't go into here. I feel no need to air all our dirty laundry on the web. (Actually my laundry is clean- HELLO! It's not important that it's just piled up in a giant mountain on the couch. I hope you don't have nightmares about it when you see the image in your head, Tia!)