If life was a dream, would you dream it again? -SCF

This came spilling out onto paper today at work.


9/21/2010



Today is Seth's twenty-first birthday. It seems crazy that the last time I saw him he was only seventeen. There is no way that much time has passed. Last night I couldn't stop thinking about him. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see his face, like he was standing right in front of me. It was comforting to know that I could still remember every little detail of that face. His freckles, dimples, and blue-gray eyes. Eyes that I would recognize anywhere. Oh how I miss those dimples and those eyes.

Last night, as I was laying in bed thinking about him and how much I wanted to see him, I got an immediate feeling that he had laid down right next to me and put his arm around me. I had felt him do this many times before, but not for a long time. I felt his spirit and his warmth surround my whole body. I wanted more than anything to have him near me and through God's tender mercies, he came. He came to let me know that he was still here. I knew that he needed me to know that when I still needed him, he would still come. He was still taking care of me. It was enough, to close my eyes and feel him holding on to me, even though I couldn't see him. For the first time, in that moment, it was enough. I will never forget that feeling for as long as I live.



Happy 21st boy. I love you..

Crotch Kick.....

Today has been rough and I need a moment to kick a few things right where it counts:

1. ILLNESS. I'm sick and I feel like death right now.

2. Writing sub plans.

3. Losing.

4. Washing clothes with kleenexes in the pockets.

5. Not being able to sleep at night.

6. People that torture or injure animals. (cutting cat's and dog's ears, that's the new thing in SL)

7. Not being able to stay in bed when it's raining outside.

8. Courtesy laughing.

What are you having beef with?

For Charity...

A few weeks ago we got talked into playing in a charity tennis tournament. Now, we don't play tennis that much, probably like 3 or 4 times a year.  That's definitely not enough to be entering ourselves into a  tournament, but it was for charity so we thought, if we're going to look dumb at least we'll be doing it for a good cause.

We know the basics of tennis, like when it's out, when it's in, how to keep score, Kate knew how many games were in a set and I did not.  We didn't know things like how to use those stupid score keepers, that we have to switch sides every odd game, and tiebreakers, don't even get me started. What a NIGHTMARE! 

The good news is: we're quick, we're scrappy, we've had good coaches, and we've got tons of attitude.  So we went in with our heads held high and we showed those 50-year-old ladies who's boss.  At times, it definitely wasn't pretty, but we make a good team and we try not to hit each other in the back of the head when we serve.  Amazingly we won all of our matches and walked away with $60 to Chili's and the most coveted title: 2.5 doubles champions....the best of the worst.

We dressed up for our last match, let's just say my mom was looking bitchin' in the 90s.

No big deal, we just raised $42,000 for Juvenile Diabetes

You're 23? You look like you're 16.

How many times have I heard this sentence? Twice this week. What an original thought!

Did you think that maybe I wouldn't enjoy hearing you say that before it just spilled out of your mouth? I'm guessing not. Do you think I'm not FULLY aware of my youthful looks? Apparently not.

In the past, I used my youthful-looking-ness to my advantage. Like perhaps admission to movies at the kid price. But all that is over now.

These days, when a dude picks me up for a date and the first thing he says after getting in the car is, "How old are you?" ... Really, guy? You couldn't have thought up a more creative way to get me to divulge my age? Lucky for me, this isn't going anywhere. I knew it from the first moment I laid eyes upon your overly large tired truck and pinky ring.

"But you'll love it when you're older."

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.......

Thanks.

That really means nothing to me at this point in time.

Oh.. and I'm still the chubby sister.

Serenity now!!!!

Bangs, Bows and Brows - The Triple Threat

Scooter + Sidecar

We must get one of these, STAT.

If you could be......

So with my summer vacation in full swing I have definitely had time to think, of course I fill my time thinking about very intellectual and important things: who will get kicked off the bachelorette next, why are Jake and Vienna acting like they are 3.5 years old, why does Khloe talk in an annoying baby voice to Lamar, what's so intriguing about Tim Wriggins, etc....

Lately I've wondered, if I could choose to be super good at something what would it be?  I've thought long and hard about this and in my youth I would have picked something different but now that I'm mature and a genius....... I pick tennis.  Why you ask?  Well I could play tennis for years to come probably into my 80s, it would keep me young and vibrant, I would get no greater joy than beating my prospects/dates at a sport that they think they have in the bag.

2nd choice: Singing

What would you pick?

p.s. I have no pictures of me playing tennis, only being a ballerina, which obviously I'm not.