Today was the BIG ATA Chief Master's American Taekwondo Assocation's Tournament of Champions. This was a Class A tourny, which in my vocab meant a VERY LOOOOOONG DAY. But in the followers of tourneys, meant a VERY BIIIIIIIIIIIIG DEAL. We were there from about 9 a.m. till 4:30 p.m. whilst the Richert boys competed. Why, pray tell, didn't I compete, you ask? Well, I've got one word for you.

Vomit.

That's all I'll volunteer on that.

But I happily strapped my Nikon camera around my neck and took pictures like I was All That And More. I'm so proud of my boys.

Now, don't expect anything grand in the ORDER of these photos. Blogger insists in uploading everything backwards, so my order is all out of whack. And I'm just not in the mood to put them in the right order.

Let me explain: I used to be an extrovert. That means I derived my energy from others. Now, in my 40s, I'm an introvert. I derive my energy from my naps. Well, let's just say that this day drained me of my energy. The people. The noise. The colors. The closeness. Invaders took over my personal space at every hour. My own personal offspring took over my personal space, leaving my bubble burst. And yet, I survive another hour, blogging the theatrics of my family because that's what good mommies and wives do. I love them, and that's what sustains my introverted ways.

Benjy's form

I was so inspired watching this judge, the co-owner of the Cleveland school, lead these Tiny Tigers through their moves. She made every one of them feel like they were the entire reason for this tournament.

A good job for Benjy. The sun rose and set around his form.

Camden who competed in jhang bong weapons form and took 2nd.

Camden's form that Mr. Dreskler helped him with.
Thank you, Mr. Dreskler!!!!!

My man.

My man in a SEA of black belts.
There were competitors from all over the country here.
World champs, too.
The quality of these competitors was simply amazing to watch.

Benjy got two trophies:
one for Loud Yells
one for Weapon Control
Yes, all Tiny Tigers get a trophy.
And they totally deserve it.

Benjy and his bhang mhong ee
I'm not entirely sure if I spelled that right.
But I'm not in any mood to look it up.

He actually made this form up.
And he was so proud of the between-the-leg move he did.

Camden's jhang bong form.

In action

Eaglescout.

Eaglescout kicks.
He's a very good kicker.

Yes, I'm plumb worn out.
I'm at the end of my rope.
I'm spent.

And I'm so proud of the Richert boys. They practiced.
They worked hard and had true ATA black belt attitudes.
I wouldn't have picked any other family to be with today.
You should know that there were world champs, national champs, Nth degree black belts here.
And my guys were here, too.
I love you, Curt, Camden, and Benjy.
And I am so proud of your hard work and accomplishments today.
A T A!!!

I do not live here, but I would if I could. I don't know where it is, but quite frankly, if it's perched in the middle of a landfill in Mississippi, I'd probably still live here. That's how much I am adoring this little cottage craftsmanesque home I spotted somewhere on the internet. If I lived in this home, here are a few things I'd put in it.

A good for nothing lazy hound dog.

A clone.

Or two.

A handsome black belt man to guard and protect the clones whilst they recharge their batteries.

A room that befits the time one spends in it washing the threads of a family.

Flower boxes

A chandelier in every single room. Just because they sparkle.

Room to kick back and relax by Eaglescout's garden. Yes, he fancies himself a farmer of sorts.

An old timey clawfoot tub like I had in Big Lick, Virginia. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.

A tree house for me to escape to when I need some time with a book. (Or a Kindle, which I admit has captivated me of late.)

These whimsical mushroom stools would, of course, dot the lawn.
Because, why not?

My back porch would have to be pinkalicous.
And I don't really even like pink so much as I love that word.
(You'd have to read to book to really understand, I suppose.)

Numbered stairs because you don't want to miscount and trip and injure yourself. Of course.

Yellow walls.
Yellow has been my favorite color since Midge Vaughn told me it was hers in fourth grade.

Finally, my home would be moved to Hatteras Island, NC.
Just because.
That's why.
So this would be what I'd see every day from my pinkalicious back porch.

Gee, it's been so long and I've left you hanging, waiting and probably pacing in anticipation of learning the answers to my mystery word game of last week.

Yeah, just humor me, OK?

The pictures I posted were the number 1 images to show up when I googled words I heard on NBC's The Office. Here are your answers.

Number one: KGB
Number two: Dwight
Number three: Shoe La La
Number four: Metabolism

I just cracked up when Michael told Dwight that he dreamed of opening up a fine men's shoe store. And calling it Shoe La La.

Obviously, you people need to get a life and watch The Office if you plan on playing games with me.

And now, for some peeks at what Maggie the Leprechaun did to my classroom today at lunch.


She did this at lunchtime because, well, as amazing as I may seem at times, I totally dropped the ball on St. Patrick's Day. Hey, it's not like it was Hundreds Day or Pi Day or the Ides of March!


So, I recruited some eighth graders to help me out. They arrived ready to make a mess. They tipped desks, spilled toys and sprinkled green beads all over the place. They turned word wall words upside down and - you need to be sitting for this one - took the ABCs out of alphabetical order. What heresy!

These guys wound up best friends and are still hanging tight.

This mess, however, we could not stand. So my little ones picked it up without me even asking!
One of the big kids remarked, "I like how we get to make the mess and they have to clean it up." Clever, I am, no?

The best trick of all wasn't captured on film. The big kids put mini Tootsie Rolls on the ceiling fan blades. Then, when we turned it on, Tootsie Rolls rained down on us! That Maggie can't be so bad after all.

My Dear Blog Readers (all 5 of you),

Can I just tell you how lame it is that I've neglected you for all these live-long days?
I feel like a heel.
I feel like a horrible heel.
Not to be confused with an eel.

And to beat it all, I have not a nugget of original, fresh, thought-provoking and mind-changing multimedia for you. Any picture you see on this post, I warn you, comes ripped right off the internet. I confess, I am a thief. And as such, I resort to thievery when I have to.

So, let's see. I will play a little game with you, dear blog people.
I will type a mystery word into google and post the first picture that comes up.
Your job is to guess the mystery word I typed in.
Sound like fun?

OK, since you're all on the edge of your seats in anticipation, here goes:

Give up yet?
You'll have to wait for me to remember to update this to find out my secret word.

That was great fun. Let's do it again.
Here's a new picture with a new and improved mystery word.

And now for a break from our sponsors of the mystery word:

Give up yet?

OK, here's a clue. 

All of my words come from tonight's episode of The Office. 

I just love that show.

Those funny guys make my funny bone itch. Cause they tickle it, of course!

(Woops, I slipped into my Junie B. Jones voice there for a minute.)

OK, I'll give you one more bigger, better image. 

This one also is from The Office. Cause it's still on, that's why. 

I was gonna give you an image to go with one of the last words on tonight's episode - boobs. But it was obscene. Take my word for it. (Admit it, you're ready to google it yourself, aren't you? You dirty people.)

Stay tuned for my mystery words. 

In the event of a winner, no prizes will be awarded.