happy birthday newest member of the holtz clan!

To think, 1 year ago on this very night Amy and I were driving (calmly) to the hospital!

My search for the perfect job for Adam and Amy

Since my whole crusade began, I have travelled near and far in hopes of bringing the Boston Holtz's home. I have even made a few friends on the way. But if butt kissing gets me what needs to be done so be it. This blog is about all the travels and friends we made along the way.

As I am driving in WNY, I see a sign that says "Skool" (one of Adam's future student's playing a prank). I pull up to the school and can't help but notice the grass needs to be cut. So I quietly put his resume on the step with a rock on top of it. The perk to the job is it's on a bus line, with gas at almost $4.00; it might be an advantage.

The bus driver said he is planning on retiring soon, so I gladly handed his resume over. I am a firm believer that in order to get the perfect job; you just have to get your feet in the door first.

After I left there, I quickly realized that WNY has many fine schools that are looking for a great teacher. So my search continues.....

As I was aimlessly walking down the streets of WNY, I was practically stampeded on by a High School track team. I attempted to keep up with the track team and tell them all about my cousin. The class president said they need a new track coach, and I thought to myself; hey he would be good at that. So I gave him his resume. (There I am in the blue outfit trailing behind)

As I continued my journey, I saw a bunch of teachers on a school yard talking. I joined in as if I was a subsititute. They invited me in for lunch, in which I had to tell them the truth. They were so happy to take the resume and even offered me cake for my journey.

I was more determined than ever to find the "perfect" teaching job for Adam. I approached a golf course and I quickly heard, "Niece Jnn, get over here!" It was Unkie on the golf course and his team needed just one more player.

I had a great time, but golf is to hard for me. I will continue on with my mission.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KRISTEN!

Hope your day is wonderful from beginninig to end. I'm proud to be your mom and would do it all over again.Even the 12 hour labor and the breach birth. Even when you give me a silly hair-do. Love you and miss you!

yay rah Iron Pigs

I made the mistake of telling him that many of his family members were Yankee fans right before I took this picture. Usually, he's a happy, smiley little kid. But at least this way you can see his teeth Nona!

Opening Day in Little League Baseball

An Opening Day Blog
By JT "Proud Parent" Pilaf

It was a very exciting morning at the Rice household this AM. But, because of time restraints I didn't get to do my morning ritual of donuts from Paula's and a paper with my 3 cups of coffee.

That said, Opening Day in Little League Baseball is always a special day with ceremonies, team pictures, and all you can eat hot dogs for the low, low price of $1. Needless to say, my pockets were lined with $1 bills. I came home with nothing.


We left at 8:30 this AM to get to the field and Sandra was kind enough to get a picture of Zach in her pajamas before we left.

Team pictures happened immediately and then the kids ran off to get dirty.

They ran around and played pickle-in-the-middle for an hour before opening ceremonies.

After the opening ceremonies (a lovely rendition of the National Anthem blared from the speakers), both teams took the field to practice. That's when Zach got the word he was the opening day pitcher. Go warm up kid.

First pitch is an exciting time. I literally told Emma to Shhhh... before Zach delivered it.

After a stint in right field (a position he's very familiar with), Zach was moved to shortstop ( a position he's unfamiliar with) . I kept pinching myself and also wondered if he had something on his coach that he was using as bribery.

They only got to play 4 innings because of the rain and field conditions, but he had a blast playing even though they didn't win the game. Emma got her fill from the candy stand and even now is still running around the house.

Ways Grandma Distracts me.

The previous post by Cousin Jeff inspirated me to post ways Grandma distracts me. But I forgot where I was going with this, since I was distracted by the Arby's 5 for $5 commercial.

A few ways Sandra can distract me

A blog by a distraught beer drinker
by JT Pilaf

I'm still a lil' distraught over the fact that I spent $5 more than I had to at Tops yesterday buying beer Unckie knows what I'm going through, that's a 12 pack of Koch's Golden Anniv. to him. It's effected me so to the point whereas I can't even enjoy my beer now (I mean, I'll get over it... eventually). But right now, I'm sipping it, pinky out, trying to make it last as long as I can. And that's not right.

Unbeknown to Sandra, she was the reason I did not hand over my bonus card to the cashier for my discounted beer purchase. As I mentioned earlier, it was that evil cell phone, that technology for prying and "where are you?" that I had avoided for so long that finally did me in. Now, I'm no genious and can easily be distracted... it doesn't take much. One task at hand and that's all it should be.

Well, here's some other ways Sandra can distract me.

1. Dressing up in her Mary Ann outfit from Gilligan's Island. This is huge... couple that outfit with a coconut cream pie and I'm done for. I don't stand a chance. I'll take out the garbage at 4AM if I'm asked.

2. Blowing a soccer air horn directly in my ear. My only response after this happens is yelling "FIRE IN THE HOLE" and diving behind some stacked pillows by the couch. After that I don't remember my name let alone remember what I'd been doing (usually watching sports on TV).

3. Prancing around in her 2000 B.C. fir outfit (ala Racquel Welch)... I don't even know if she owns this outfit, but I've see her in it (in my dreams) and I'm just saying I've stopped mowing the lawn for 2 hours straight because of day-dreaming. It's sad.

4. Putting a chicken finger sub in purse and then running away from me. I can't think of anything else other than that chicken finger sub and eating it. I mean that's evil... she knows she can outrun me.

Eventually, I'll get over this feeling of being @#&% by Tops and their bonus card. But right now I'm still stingin' a bit inside. I'm gonna go get a beer now and try and put this whole episode behind me.