Notes from my weekend
Well, here we go. Starting a blog post with no idea whatsoever what I'm going to write.
For starters, my keyboard is sticky. Could it have anything to do with the fact that three boys have been playing computer games and eating popsicles for the past couple of hours? How does one clean a keyboard anyway?
Soccer season started today. It was a beautiful day for soccer, a bit overcast and 75 degrees. I must brag on my youngest for a moment and say that he really is a stellar player. Unfortunately, he left the game in tears. The new coach is a yeller. Poor little MJ thought he was mad at the players. I'm not sure what to do. Do I tell the coach that his technique might be a little harsh for a bunch of first-graders? Little MJ, who normally loves soccer, said he doesn't want to go to practice now. Sigh. I'll never really understand why people get so worked up over sports. For godsakes, it's a ball. It's a net. It's a bunch of little boys kicking it around. I can hardly bring myself to pay attention, much less work myself into a lather over it.
I got to work out in the garden today. Nothing makes me happier. It's the closest I'll ever come to a sense of zen contentment... just mindlessly pruning and tidying up, fertilizing and surveying the land for tiny shoots. I love it.
David's recovery is going well. Unfortunately, he does such a grimace every time he swallows. I had to take him off the narcotics because they were making him puke. All he gets is plain Tylenol. My bias is this: Tylenol is shit. I hate it, it doesn't work. But he can't have anything better, (like Motrin) because it could make him bleed. My little David claims his throat doesn't hurt, but it's hard to understand the grimace situation. Each and every swallow elicits such a face. It's very sad.
And on a completely different subject, the trial may be delayed again. I don't know for sure. But you know what? I don't even care. Whatever! I'm sick of it and I refuse to let it eat me alive. It'll happen when it happens.
And now I see it: My life is boring! Young People: This is What Happens to You When You Get OLD! Your notes from the weekend end up looking like this. And that's if you're lucky and turn out to be a happily married middle-aged woman with four cute kids, a good job and a nice home. (Although I'm not really middle-aged. I only said that for effect. Seriously. I'm not.)
For starters, my keyboard is sticky. Could it have anything to do with the fact that three boys have been playing computer games and eating popsicles for the past couple of hours? How does one clean a keyboard anyway?
Soccer season started today. It was a beautiful day for soccer, a bit overcast and 75 degrees. I must brag on my youngest for a moment and say that he really is a stellar player. Unfortunately, he left the game in tears. The new coach is a yeller. Poor little MJ thought he was mad at the players. I'm not sure what to do. Do I tell the coach that his technique might be a little harsh for a bunch of first-graders? Little MJ, who normally loves soccer, said he doesn't want to go to practice now. Sigh. I'll never really understand why people get so worked up over sports. For godsakes, it's a ball. It's a net. It's a bunch of little boys kicking it around. I can hardly bring myself to pay attention, much less work myself into a lather over it.
I got to work out in the garden today. Nothing makes me happier. It's the closest I'll ever come to a sense of zen contentment... just mindlessly pruning and tidying up, fertilizing and surveying the land for tiny shoots. I love it.
David's recovery is going well. Unfortunately, he does such a grimace every time he swallows. I had to take him off the narcotics because they were making him puke. All he gets is plain Tylenol. My bias is this: Tylenol is shit. I hate it, it doesn't work. But he can't have anything better, (like Motrin) because it could make him bleed. My little David claims his throat doesn't hurt, but it's hard to understand the grimace situation. Each and every swallow elicits such a face. It's very sad.
And on a completely different subject, the trial may be delayed again. I don't know for sure. But you know what? I don't even care. Whatever! I'm sick of it and I refuse to let it eat me alive. It'll happen when it happens.
And now I see it: My life is boring! Young People: This is What Happens to You When You Get OLD! Your notes from the weekend end up looking like this. And that's if you're lucky and turn out to be a happily married middle-aged woman with four cute kids, a good job and a nice home. (Although I'm not really middle-aged. I only said that for effect. Seriously. I'm not.)
posted by Juanita at
7:15 PM
4 Comments:
im sorry but i really must object here, in the strongest possible terms.
its FOOTBALL not 'soccer'. dear oh dear oh dear.
Ha ha! I knew that would get to you, Cookie. Really, though, it's soccer. Football is another game entirely.
ill not be biting on that one juanita.....
Sounds like you have a great life to me!
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