i've come across the 30-day-letter challenge. you know, sometimes i think writing things down is a good thing. it helps express ideas that you wouldn't necessarily say out loud. of course, for me that's a short list. i typically say everything out loud. --character flaw i know. but when i think about it, if i chose not to say it out loud, there's probably a very good reason. and if you wouldn't say it out loud, should you really write it down on paper? .... exactly.
i'm sitting on the couch watching last week's Rizzoli and Isles --awesome chick version of CSI, by the way. i recommend it-- and listening to my mom discuss different types of parenting on the phone while she fries me some post-practice bacon and eggs. i think she's got it down pat. :)
i pulled a muscle tonight playing basketball that i honestly didn't even know existed. i finally found this one really, REALLY awkward stretch that sorta helps it. it involves sitting cross-legged with my upper-body leaned to the right. then i have to lay down to where my nose touches the floor. it hurts the entire rest of my body to do that though, so i've found complacency curled up with a huge glass of orange juice and some old sweat pants.
"summer ain't summer without popsicle pops" -walmart commercial.
don't you think that's false advertisement? i mean what if you were allergic to Popsicle pops..would you be forced to completely skip June-September? didn't Nike get sued for something like that..like claiming shoes could make you jump faster or run higher or something like that? now their shoes are outrageously expensive. i hope those 98-cents of icy deliciousness don't suffer the same fate. because way deep down.. i really do agree. it's just not summer without a grape Popsicle pop to me.
we have them sometimes after practice. i'm the only one on the team who likes grape, so i typically get two or three. well, i take that back. Karsten, my coaches 10-month-old son, likes them too. i'm starting to think he must really like me. he used to cry when i held him, and now he comes running--well, more like a run-stumble-hobble-crawl type of thing. this always brightens my day, because he has the most ADORABLE smile. and he smiles a good 93% of the time. i wish i could be a toddler. everyone would want to hug me. i would smile all the time. i get left-over Popsicles. and people would call me cute, whether i really am or not. simply because i'm one year old and wear shirts that say "my daddy's the coach."
i'm exhausted.. i wouldn't say i'm sleepy, really, just that my whole body is beginning to slowly stop functioning. so i suppose i'll stop here.
do you remember the tv show, Madeline? -- "and that's all there is, there isn't anymore."