sunday confession

i keep having these dreams.
gymnastics dreams.
except i'm the gymnast.

i'm at a meet.
i'm not really that nervous, surprisingly.
at one point i did observe
that i hadn't practiced the vault,
in oh, 25 years or so,
so it might be kind of difficult
to get over on the first try...

aside from the fact that
if this were an actual meet,
there would be a million things
for me to be nervous about,
not the least of which would be all the
shaving that would be necessary for
me to get into a leotard,
how i might look in said leotard,
and the minor fact that i am old,
some would say that this dream
really means that i am living vicariously
through my daughter and her gymnastics career.

and to those people i say,
"WELL, DUH!"

what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.

wordless wednesday



note to self -
next winter, put the flower pots in the garage
like your mother done told you.

 

sweet weekend



hello, darlin'.



this weekend m had a gymnastics meet in hershey, pa.
last season we would have taken the whole family,
stayed in the same tiny hotel room,
got ready,
checked out,
sat at the meet,
and drove home,
all together.

oh, how we have learned since then!

this time, m and i went together,
just the two of us.
and it was wonderful!

(aside from the tiny guilt i have about telling the little kids
that chocolate world was closed.
forever.
or something like that.
i know.)

anyway, we spent the night at the hotel,
got up, got ready, and went to chocolate world.
which apparently is open year 'round.
oops.

then we went to the meet.
and i sat as close to mary lou retton my gymnast as i could get.
i stared at mary lou retton my gymnast the whole time.
i ate whatever mary lou retton was eating i wanted.
i took lots of pictures of mary lou retton my gymnast.
i wasn't freaky or stalkerish nervous at all.

and then.  then.
the awards.

i took a hundred pictures of kerri strug my gymnast getting her medals.
second on vault, third on bars!



"remember to eat your wheaties!"

















such a sweet weekend.
chocolate and two three of my favorite athletes.
i shall be in a sugar coma for weeks to come.

sunday confession

a week in review...

monday - a rare day of nothing to do
tuesday - mm out to dinner with work friends, m has gymnastics
wednesday - boys go to penguins game, girls hang at home
thursday - mm scores a ticket to wvu/pitt game, m has gymnastics
friday - m and i leave for a meet in hershey, pa
saturday - chocolate world, meet, drive home, mm is sick!
sunday - mm is still sick, birthday party

mm spent the whole day on the couch,
every hour or so he would jolt awake and say,
"i'm fine, i'm getting up soon."
then fall back to sleep.
poor guy.

i am completely exhausted!
and i thought the hotel would be like a spa, but i didn't sleep a wink.

what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.

*update* - k sick now.

playaway

i stumbled upon these
at our local library.

http://www.playaway.com/

pre-loaded digital audio books!
just check them out,
plug in your earbuds,
and listen!

they are great for car rides.

the kids are hooked,
hard.

go try 'em out!
you won't be disappointed.

slim jims

i bought mm some slim jims
the other day.

"i got you some slim jims."
"yeah, i saw those, i like beef jerky better."

"there's a difference?"
"yeah."

"you ate them in college!"
"i know, i just like beef jerky better."

whatever.
so i ate them.
all 16 of them.
hey, i'm no meat snack snob.

sunday confession

i didn't blog about it the first time it happened.
or the second time.
or the third time.

but after the fourth time,
i've got to confess.

i go upstairs,
get out a pot or pan,
put it on the stove,
turn on the gas,
start heating water
or butter.

put the pasta in for spaghetti,
or the bread for grilled cheese.

then i - walk away.
to get something,
or put something away.

then i get sidetracked.
and then i start thinking,
"i should really get dinner ready,
hmm, what should we have?
i know, we'll have mac and cheese."

so i walk into the kitchen,
see that dinner is already started,
and i'm really surprised because,
i can't remember at all!

i'm slowly losing it folks.

what's your sunday confession?
the confessional is open.