Quick post to share my WNBA star with you. Another great season. Cute girls and fun. The things I allow myself to be roped into... :) She's in the purple tee, second from the right end. She did really well this season. Last season in elementary. :( Now off to big kid land next year. YIKES!
Through pain and struggle, loss and desperation....happiness, joy, laughter and light
Through all the highest highs and lowest lows.
Where would we all be...
Without our amazing family?
I was just over in the main office using the paper cutter. The Marie Antionette-like large 1960's contraption that every office cannot live without....that one. I really thought I was paying attention, talking to a co-worker, cut, talk, cut, talk. She left the room and BAM! Almost chopped the tip of my index finger off. Now it's throbbing, hot and turning purple. Fun stuff. As I got to thinking about it...my index fingers have truly been through the ringer. (Not a desperate attempt at a pun, I'm serious.) Anyway, this finger...the now purple and not-severed one, also had itself SMASHED barbarically in a large 8+' metal and glass door at our local jewlery store on or around August 3, 1996. How did I remember the date? I was dropping my wedding ring off to have it soldered right before my wedding. My poor little finger had to be bandaged on the big day, and you know what? It has never been the same....and boy neither have I! (Slight digression.) The nail grows improperly and funky looking...there are two layers. Ick.
As for the other index finger....got it STUCK in a KitchenAid mixer when I was 9 or 10. STUCK inbetween the beaters...those beaters in those days were welded into one unit...my finger was amongst the mangled mess. Sure you've all head this story...so glad Rhonda was there to "save the day". ;) Hee hee. My message today? Take care of your pointers. For they help you point, use the "T, G, R, F, E" keys on your keyboard along with MANY other things busy mommies need our pointers for. Don't chop, smash and mixer them. K?
What a busy weekend. 50 degree temps left me itching to clean out my flowerbeds....so I hit them and hit them hard. Sissy and I worked on the front beds, cleaned out the muck and rearranged the authentic John Day river rock, and cleaned out my whiskey barrels and the berm too. It always makes my wrists sore to do all that raking. Isn't that strange that I don't ache too badly anywhere else after serious yard work...just my wrists. Such a wimpo. Then today we decided to bike ride down to the park and take some batting practice. Getting these punks geared up for baseball season, baby. T's gonna be a hitter this season, and sissy just needs her confidence back. Who knows, the glasses may help too. She can really hit when she wantsta. Stinker. Wanted to make the Pioneer Woman apple fritters all weekend, and DIDN'T get that done, so that will have to roll over to tomorrow. OH TOMORROW!!! My sweet friend just graduated from beauty school, and she is like style fashionista cutie pants kinda girl, and now I am officially one of her FIRST clients! Tomorrow is hair day. Boy do I need it. Ok, that covers it. TTFN.
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So, I'm coaching the wee girl again this year...but something dramatically different has happened this year. She's no longer the 4th grade semi-timid quiet player. She's in the 5th grade, dangit...and she's got MOOOOVES!! I couldn't be prouder of her, she's an offensive rebounding, point guard playing, defense playin' fool, I tell ya! I am going to attempt to get some pictures today. With timing the quarters, keeping the lineup straight, giving my college student ref a hard time and calling him zebra, goofing off with the girlies, and chatting with the asst. coach, I forget to photograph the games. But I will. Again, just couldn't be prouder of that little chicky. :)
So yesterday I was a big fat cranky pants most of the morning. I think I stayed up too late goofing off on facebook, but I was OUT OF SORTS. Like annoying MYSELF cranky. Then I walked in the cold crisp air with my friend and no coat at noon. Poof. Better. That, and I had a cheeseburger AND fries for dinner. Nice to OVERINDULGE from time to time.
The End.
It's Jay's birthday today.
He's 39.
It's been a hard year for him.
He gave me my two most precious gifts ever.
He's got great arms.
He's an amazingly talented builder.
He's gone, so we are going to celebrate when he returns.
We're sad and we miss spending his special day with him.
He's a pill.
He is loved.
Happy Birthday, Jay!
