Thursday, June 28, 2007
Kendall went to art camp everyday this week and loved it! But that meant I was up and ready earlier than usual. I should be sleeping.
I feel fat this week, too. I need to make a list like my friends, NYKAT and Cheryl, did. I need some goals so I feel like I have accomplished something this summer. Like reading and losing 5 to 8 pounds. And doing sit-ups. I'm disgusted with my almost 40 year old body. Where did the last decade go?
Enough rambling. Good night.
Monday, June 25, 2007
The sun was setting around 8:30 and it was beautiful! I can't remember the last time I saw the sun so big and red-orange. I know it's best not to look at it, but I couldn't help myself.
And the count-down has started. Saturday morning, I am going to NYC with 5 other "haus fraus". (as my friend, Ronda, affectionately refers to us). We are very excited and are starting to talk about every detail! I'm guilty, too. "What are you going to wear to the show?" and "where do you want to eat?" It doesn't take much to make us happy! :-) We are going to see "Wicked". I've heard it's excellent!!!
I must go to bed now. Kendall is in art camp and it starts at 9 AM. (I mean, really, isn't that just a little early?)
Friday, June 22, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
My memory served me correctly. And there was a third person this year. There was a girl that NEVER swung at a pitch. OK, she would swing, but, I kid you not, I threw at least 10 pitches every time she was up. This is a league with no walks, no strike-outs, so I don't know what the heck she was doing other than irritating me to no end. Oh, did I mention that I pitched last night because our regular pitcher is coaching his kids team? Yep, I'm the only one that is foolish to volunteer.
Back to the guy that hits a really hard line drive. When he was up the first time, he hit the ball so that it bounced really big. He didn't hit it really hard. But as the game progressed, he started hitting harder and harder. He also hits to 2nd base position and he hit both her knees last night. And then the last time I pitched to him he hit the ball straight to me. I luckily turned and the ball hit the outer part of my left heal. It flew way up in the air and the 2nd baseman (woman) fielded it and threw him out at 1st.
He does all this with a strange-serial murder-no expression -kind of face. He was the same last year. And not once did he apologize for hitting us like sitting ducks. This is, after all, coed, non-competitive softball. I don't what he is thinking.
The next time he got up to bat I said, "I am not pitching to this guy." I looked at his coach and said, "you can do it." Our 1st baseman switched with me. I told them (all from the mound) that he hits the ball hard and he tries to hit people. I said it was bad sportsmanship and I was p. o.'d. Maybe I was wrong in saying all of that, but I was really pissed.
I was feeling a tad guilty after the game. The guy didn't come out and say "good game" to us and one of my teammates thought he was embarrassed. Hell, he should have been. She thought I should apologize. At first, I said I wasn't in the mood to be that nice, but I thought about it in the car for a minute. I saw that he was walking up to the car behind me, so I got out and approached him. I said, "I'm sorry I wasn't so nice to you out on the field..." and his reply was, "get away from me." Um, yes, he may have been embarrassed, but I know he was mad. To me, that showed that he truly was a bad sport and was mad that I called him on it during the game.
*he was one of those old farts that had to have a pinch hitter every time he was up. And he heckled me when I was pitching. Good grief, I was tired from pitching to his horrible players that stood there like a flag pole.
Monday, June 18, 2007
I did call the local hospital and, alas, they don't need me until July 5! I do miss the adult contact and using my brain.
The strawberries have been washed, cut and sprinkled with sugar. I can't wait to have a bowl of vanilla ice cream tonight with the berries on top. And God bless the migrant worker that does this kind of thing for a living (picking berries, etc). My back started hurting and the sweat was just rolling down my back this afternoon.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
It was so great to be back in Fayetteville. I'm more of a hippy than I realized because the town appealed to me more than ever. And the weather. It was hot! I'm sure when I'm back for my niece's wedding in July, I will be griping about the humidity and heat. But, for two weeks in June, I was in heaven. Um, Hog Heaven. Ha ha.
One of the best days was when we were out with my sister and her husband on Bull Shoals Lake. It is a reservoir near Harrison, Arkansas. We got to water ski. The kids had so much fun and Kendall even got out on the tube.
To see a few pictures you can click here.
Saturday, June 09, 2007
Friday, June 08, 2007
dry, hot, sunny days
boating on the lakes
Fried....catfish, okra, frog legs (OK-I haven't eaten any frog legs this time, but my son loves them)
words like "hey", "buddy" and "y'all". (i.e one person says "hi" and the other replies "hey")
big, loud thunderstorms that leave as fast as they rolled in
really good pork barbecue
pinto beans and cornbread on the menu
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Today, my parents, the husband, the kids and I went to a local cave that is about 4 miles from my parents' home. We had a good time. We are not spelunkers, by any means, but it was very interesting.
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Monday, June 04, 2007
Sunday, June 03, 2007
photos to follow in the next few days.
Friday, June 01, 2007
Still, this guy knew he had TB when he flew trans-Atlantic for his wedding and honeymoon. This was a very selfish act and he had been warned by health officials not to fly. Plus, his now father-in-law is a researcher at the CDC on, all things, tuberculosis! So, you can't tell me this guy didn't know what he was dealing with. A little arrogant? No doubt. Just like those drunk drivers that "feel fine" and get behind the wheel in a car. He unnecessarily exposed people to something that can be deadly.