Monday, But Looking Forward to Thursday

I have been harassed and threatened to the point that I feel it is time to blog again.  Even though I have been suffering from a lack of motivation to write, and a minimal amount of confidence, I have been shamed into making a blog appearance today.  As usual, I am looking forward to Thursday and the gymnatics update from Campbell's mom and pictures.  In fact, I think I will dig out my leotard and plan to do some gymnastics myself on Thursday in celebration of Campbell going to her gymnastics class.  If I can figure out how to do it, I will try to photograph myself doing my handstand, just to share in the fun!

Campbell's mom is so so good to post so many pictures of her and her daily activities.  She has pics of finding her nearly naked in her bed in the morning because she has removed her pajamas.  She has pics of falling asleep in her carseat in the back of the car.  She has pics of her gently examining pictures and keepsakes in her home.  She even has pictures of her crawling under the furniture, and oh yeah, there was at least one time that C got caught emptying entire boxes of kleenex and baby wipes.  I AM SORRY!  I cannot EVEN compete with that!  I got nothin'! 

Here are a couple of highlights of my day.  And please forgive me, there are no pictures.  :)

1)  An insured package that I had sent via the United States Postal Service to my son with some medications in it was found, late, but nevertheless it was found.

2)  My mom has a new car, kinda sweet sportscar, and I got to drive it.  We went after a coke, and I complained about something or other.  She couldn't get a word in edgewise, which is the general opposite of our conversations.

3)  I forgot to put my power bracelet back on after I got out of the shower last night, and so I wasn't wearing it all day..... because I forgot to put it back on this morning, too.  I swear, I ran into two walls and nearly fell down three times, just trying to pull on my coat and things like that!  Guess I am going to have to just leave it on when I shower, but that just doesn't sound right.  Seems to me like it would be like taking a shower with all your jewelry on.  I don't think so.

4)  And I started my Christmas list.  Okay.  So I started a list.

Yes, people, THOSE are the highlights!  I know, it's pitiful.  Well, I didn't give you the details -- I actually accomplished a lot more -- I went to work, ran lots of errands, completed a couple of travel projects and other desk projects.  But you know this is a blog about a girl who lives in the middle of the country, and today, she's got nothing new.  Sorry. 

Please come back, and always remember that *sarcasm* is my best friend.  :)  I just want to be funny!

Thursday, YAY!

One of my favorite reasons for Thursday, is because it is Bible study day....  that, AND Campbell has gymnastics!  So this morning, I headed off to Bible study hoping and praying that there would be a post from Campbell's mom after her regular Thursday lesson.

Sure enough, she did not disappoint!  The stories about the funny things Campbell does in preparation for gymnastics, along with the sight of her in her leotard, are plenty to keep me in stitches for the whole week.  I have got to go and experience the whole deal to see how it really goes down.  But her mother's commentary about everything from getting up on Thursday mornings to the 3-way swing and why boys don't want any part of it is a hoot!

What a little punkin she is....  I hope they have enough room in their house for her trophy and medal cabinets!

World Cup Soccer

 USA!  USA!  USA!

Today it is all about soccer. We are in it. It's a chess game. Psychologically, we have the upper hand. I love how it brings us all together. We are all cheering for the same team! I crack myself up how I barely know what is going on, but for 95 (approximately) uninterrupted minutes, I am glued to the television. Barely breathing. Holding my breath. Sometimes yelling. Sometimes wondering what the call was and trying to learn how it might happen again. And listening to those vuvuzelas.....

And does anyone know how long the half time is? Seems like it lasts about a minute and a half. Barely long enough for an actual commercial.

I have to learn a few more details about the yellow and red cards. I think those are kind of important.