My hand-eye coordination is the pits. Coupled with the fact that I’m not the most graceful human being (my daughter taunted me relentlessly the month before the RITAS that I would fall either up or down the stage stairs if I won) leads one to conclude that I was never the popular pick for team sports.

As God is my witness, I swear the following is true. Middle school gym picking teams for basketball. One kid left in the middle. Uh-huh. Yours truly. One captain grudgingly says to the other, “Okay, we’ll take her…but you have to give us two points.” Sad but true. Not that I’m still scarred by this 32 years later or anything.

So, last night I go to pick Girl up from basketball practice. Girl is tall, strong, athletic. She already has 3 inches on me and from the other side of the gene pool she was blessed with athletic talent. The highschool varsity coach was working with her earlier on some moves because he says it’s investing in his future.:thumbsup:

Practice is over but players are still pacticing/hanging out in the gym. Girl wants to practice that move she learned so I set myself up to guard her. I wasn’t very effective but I tried. After a minute or so she runs over to ask her coach what she needs to work on before Saturday’s game and I try (try being the definitive word) shooting a few baskets.

We come off the court and one of the other parents says, “You might want to leave the basketball up to her,” nodding toward Girl. Dang! And I had made 2 out of 5 baskets — sort of a record for me.:happy2:

I suppose the mockery will only end when I keep myself off the court.:doh:

I give up. I’ve searched my tiny brain cells for something clever, funny, or at least semi-uplifting to blog about today. Nothing. The DH woke me up when he came to bed at 1:30 a.m. Thank you so much! :cursing: I was awake until 5. Crawled out of bed at 7:15. Now I’m just grumpy and out of sorts.:fryingpan:

But since you were kind enough to stop by, I hope you have a good day. In fact, since I’m feeling so icky, I’m going to turn this around. I’m going to commit to performing at least one random act of kindness for someone today.:thumbsup: Yes! I’m not going to let one sucky night of sleep and a general sense of blah pervade my day. I’m going to take control and practice smiling right now even though I’m alone except for one of dogs is asleep in my office.

Thank you. I feel better already.

We had to bring some of Sedona (in addition to the 500 pics 8O) back home with us. Two new household additions.

Meet Corn-Dog, The Vortex Shaman. “Holistic healing Shaman with his sacred dog staff and corn rista offering. Anodes on his headress collect energy which he stores and passes on to you in the form of healing energy.”

And here’s Javie, the little Javalina, who now hangs out next to the slate and copper fountain.

I know — you don’t look at them and say, “Oh, they’re so pretty.” But the minute I saw each of them, I knew they had to come home with me.

I’m going back to work today to take a break. Super busy weekend.

Girl had two basketball games on Saturday — woohoo, they won both!

After the game three girls came over for a sleepover which was no problem because they’re all good girls and I enjoy having them around. We watched a movie on Saturday night and yesterday I made them pancakes and later I baked cookies. :cooldance: None of them are high-maintenance and they’re pretty funny to boot.

I took down/packed up all the Christmas stuff — ick, I hate doing that.

Decided to switch the furniture around in three rooms — you can move big, heavy pieces on a tile floor if you stick beach towels underneath the legs, just sort of goes where you want it (well, it does involve some pushing and pulling) and you don’t have to ask your husband for help because he’ll be pissy if you interrupt his football game/movie/whatever dreck he’s tuned into.:thumbsup:

Swept, mopped, vacuumed, dusted, did laundry. I was on a major cleaning jag. :thankyou:

Figured out my epitaph. Seriously, I complain that my peeps are slobs — and they are! However, paperwork is my downfall. And I’m a horrible stacker. I just have stacks of sh…stuff everwhere. Part of my cleaning binge was going through and tossing and sorting those stacks. And in a moment of clarity and brilliance, it came to me. When I die, my marker needs to read “Jen’s final stacking place.”:mrgreen:

We took about 512 pictures on our vacation. Well, actually, let me amend that to THEY took 500 and I took about 12. It was my understanding that those would be culled to at least half that number…or less. We get home and the photos are downloaded to the computer.

Jen’s Plan — Go through and delete the inferior/duplicate/repetitive shots. Send the final photos to Walgreens or Sams Club for printing.

DH’s Plan — He’ll go through and cull and print them.

Jen: But it’ll actually cost less to send them out.

DH: Oh, no. I’ve got some coupons for cartridges and there’s a deal on the paper. And I’ll enjoy doing this. I love looking at the pictures and it’ll be relaxing for me.

Jen: Okay. But you’re only going to print the best, right?

DH: Oh, yeah.

Jen: And you’ll keep them in order so I can put them in the photo album the way the trip progressed.

DH: Definitely.

Three days later, the DH hands me several huge stacks of photos.

DH: There you go. They’re all printed. Now I’ve gone to all the trouble and time to do this. Don’t let me down and not get them into an album.

Color me an idiot. I should’ve known better. I did know better. I’ve been married to Mr. Packrat/Total Disorganization (and for me, born without the organizational gene, to declare another disorganized…well, that takes some doing) for a long time.

I sat down last night to start putting the HUNDREDS of photos into albums. Huge stacks of photos in no particular order. Remember, he was going to keep them in order as they printed? NOT. :wallbash:

Then I start really looking at the photos. Several blurred, distorted, lighting wrong, duplicates. I now have 85 in a discard pile. I’m so pleased we spent money on the cartridges and paper to print 85 photos that should’ve been culled.:cursing: HTG, this is one of the pics he printed.

But I’m willing to persevere. I’m attempting some type of chronological order when I start grouping them and realize that several photos (that are quite good on the computer screen) haven’t been printed.

I get on the phone with the DH.

Jen: I’m trying to put the photos into the album and I can’t find the ones from Christmas Day and the javelina. (note that I used restraint and didn’t mention the absence of order and the plethora of bad photos)

DH: Oh, yeah. I still have to print some of those.

:fryingpan::cursing:

I thought about killing him but The Girl is fond of him. I thought about ranting and rave like the madwoman he can magically turn me into. Instead I calmly hung up the phone and went to kickboxing for an hour and then went and rode the recumbant bike and did some free weights (great stress release).

Now I’m going to do with those unprinted photos what I should’ve done in the first place. I’m not saying a word to Mr. Inefficient and I’m going to send the unprinted GOOD ones out to be done. :roll:

A song came on the other day and Girl smirked and said, “Hey, Mom, this is me and you.” Title of the song? “I’m Bossy” :happy2: Fine by me. It’s a catchy hip-hop tune and I’m denying nothing. I am bossy. I admit it. Own it. Hey, somebody’s got to be in charge.:mrgreen:

It’s official. The holidays are over because Girl went back to school today and I’m back at work. We had a great trip to Sedona. We spent Christmas Day out driving on back roads and some light hiking. Our Christmas dinner was a tailgate picnic — and the DH even made the sandwiches.

The last full day of our vacation it snowed that night. It was lovely to see it the next morning.

We also visited the Grand Canyon as well. I’d never been. I have to confess that I stepped up to that rim and it was just so awe-inspiring and overwhelming that I was moved to tears.

So, it was a lovely holiday. How about you? Nice and quiet? Hectic? Did Aunt Margaret forget and leave her teeth next to her plate? Did all your relatives behave or do you have some wild tale to tell?