I learned that Gramma (Kevin's mom) is a very health conscious person. All week we ate the most heathful and nutritious foods I've ever had! Here is a sample menu:
Breakfast: Crispy bacon, eggs fried in bacon grease with English muffins literally dripping with butter.
Lunch: Grilled (charred, more like) hot dogs in oversized rolls with cheese and bacon, potato salad and chips.
Dinner: Bbq ribs, baked beans, coleslaw, biscuits
Dessert: Homemade vanilla ice cream sundaes.
Wait! That's not healthly? Well, she could do very well in a diner in the South!
I just about peed my pants listening to Gramma talk about the NBA. She started off listing the reasons why she doesn't like it: Squeaky shoes, only the last five minutes matter, so the game should only be 5 minutes long. Yes, yes, agreed. Then she went completely off the rails. " I don't like those long shorts," she says. "I didn't mind it so much when they wore those little shorts. At least I could look at their legs and cute little tushies."
I had the craziest dreams last night, almost pregnancy-type dreams (no, I'm not). First, I dreamed that I was at the zoo and they had a huge tiger roaming freely as part of the exhibit. The tiger sat on me and instead of moving the tiger, they gave me multiple shots of anti-anxiety drugs. Then, I dreamed there was a tornado and one of my good friends who lives down the block wouldn't help me corral my children to safety (of course she'd help me in real life). I was very mad at her for not helping me-"Again", I said in my dream. So as we tried to get to safety, a tornado came and started flipping Emma and Andy, who were bungy-corded into a toddler bed, into the air. With the younger two, I was running in slow-motion, yelling, "Mary help me!" over and over again. Then I dreamed I was getting arrested for a crime I didn't commit and Kevin wanted to know if the police were going to cover the cost of the pizza they were going to have to eat for dinner since I was going to jail.
I got to fill in on Papa's (Kevin's dad) church league softball team during vacation because they didn't have enough women. I was so nervous about it because I haven't swung a bat since before I got married 12 years ago. I was standing in the outfield taking deep breaths trying to calm down as I watched the comedy of errors happening on the infield. Let's just say this team is not "in it to win it". So I settled down. I made a couple of my own errors and got thrown out at 1st my first time to bat. But my second time, I beat out the throw at 1st and then turned the next batter's base hit into a double! Ha! Ha! The 3rd base coach started calling me "Speed Demon" and someone from the other team made a comment on how fast I was. I thought they were all teasing me, but Kevin said I really was fast and they really were trying to get me out! I'm so proud of myself. I felt really good running. I haven't run in a very long time. I owe it all to P90X.
Thanks to @momn3boys on Twitter and author of Musings of a Catholic Mom blog, I learned of a new and potentially awesome thing called geocaching. "Geocaching is a high-tech treasure hunting game played throughout the world by adventure seekers equipped with GPS devices," according to Geocaching.com where I registered. I got the introductory app for my phone and the kids and I are going to set off on our first treasure hunt later this afternoon (if it stops raining). I'll let you know how it goes!
I experienced a little of what it might have been like for the writers of the Bible (very, very little, I'm sure). I sat down yesterday to write this blog and the next thing I knew I had written something completely different than what I started out writing and made myself cry. Perhaps, like them, I was filled with the Holy Spirit.
I wrote a lot of Tweets and Facebook status updates yesterday about alcohol. I didn't even realize it until one of my friends summarized my updates in a comment. I had to laugh, because even though I did write a lot about enjoying a drink, I didn't have even one. In fact, the hard lemonade I bought is still sitting on the counter, unrefrigerated. It's not entirely inconceivable that the idea of enjoying an adult beverage is just as refreshing, relaxing, or whatever I want it to be at the time, if not better, than actually imbibing in said adult beverage. I know. I'm a strange bird.
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