You know, I had a really good weekend.
On Saturday, my youngest played a great game of soccer, and while playing in the goal, made a really great over-her-head save. She also had a fine second half on the field, making important plays in defense, midfield, and forward.
After the game, we had to hustle home so Mrs. Gunfighter could get SoccerGirl ready for the county-wide ensemble and solo competition, while I went and got lunch (and gas in the car). By the time I pulled up in front of the house, they were ready to go.
We got to the school where the competition was being held right on time, and found her practice room. She didn’t have much time to practice before she was called in to perform. Alone. In front of a judge. As it turned out, Mrs. GF and I were allowed to be in the room as well. I was able to serve as the official Roadie, and fulfilled my duties by plugging in the portable cd player, and on command, press the PLAY button.
SoccerGirl played a nearly flawless piece, and when she was done the first thing the judge said was: “do you take private lessons?” (she doesn’t). The judge was very complimentary, and we left to go and wait for her grade. After a long wait, the scores arrived, and SoccerGirl had been rated “
It was a fine, fine day for the Gunfighter family.
Sunday was a good day, too. We were enthusiastically received as new members into our new congregation, and that pleased all of us. On top of that, we had beautiful weather, new books for the whole family from the Barnes & Noble store in
Once we got home, we went in to serious chill-out mode and did some reading, had some music, and I made ready to fire up the grill! I had already done most of the prep work on the skewers that I was going to grill, but I still had to put it all together, which I did in a fairly short amount of time.
My friends, it was time. Time for a time honored tradition. Time for manliness. It was Time to Grill! I staged everything that I needed (including beer, ipod/headphones and my Kindle), and piled the charcoals into the grill. That’s right, charcoal. None of your namby-pamby gas grilling for me.
So, I lit the fire, dug the flames for a couple of minutes and got down to serious grill time activities. I queued up The Clash on my ‘pod, and rocked out to “Rock The Casbah”, which can only be appreciated at high volume.
So dinner was good… marinated pineapple chicken/potato skewers, and grilled marinated Brussels’ sprouts… and then it was TV time, which means that it was time for me to fall asleep in my chair while watching part five of HBO’s miniseries “The Pacific”.
Lest you think the weekend was over at this point, think again! Remember, I’m off on Monday… so let’s talk about that, too, ok?
Well, since it was Monday, it meant yard work. It was the day for cutting grass, trimming the hedges, edging, weeding, and what have you. So I spent my day doing the things that I mentioned, but couldn’t end on that notes, so after SoccerGirl helped with the clean-up, I showered and she and I did something very special together. We went out and bought matching target bows! That’s right, daddy’s little girl is going to be an archer (and daddy too).
We spent so much time at the archery shop, that we didn’t have enough time to do the grocery shopping, so we ran in to Wegmans and got a slice of pizza. We ate in the car as we drove home, because SG had soccer practice in 40 minutes! We made it to practice on time (after she changed AND took Charlie for a walk).
THAT was my weekend, folks. Good times… Good times.