Monday, August 18, 2008

The First Day of School

OK, I guess it's the "first" first day of school. Teachers in our district go back tomorrow.

What to wear? What to wear? Colleen, on this one, you and I are two of a kind!

Do I venture out and wear those cute, new dressy shorts I just got? Or stick with the standard dark jeans and sparkly wedge sandals that are really flip flops but who cares? Maybe some capris to split the difference.

The jeans win. It's not every day that I get to wear jeans to work so when I can, I DO! No school spirit shirt for me. I just got a cute sleeveless babydoll sweater that gradually changes from hot pink to rust. Gold wedge "sandals" and I'm all set.

I'd take a picture of my clothes all laid out...but it's past my bedtime.

Nighty Night!

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Darn Those Olympics

The Olympics are killing me.

You see, I have a sickness. Once I start something, whether it's a book, a movie or a dinner, I MUST finish it.

So, I drag myself home from teaching teachers all day when school doesn't even start until next week with more meetings that I can't wait to attend AND waiting for Nik's practice or games to be over so it's really late, I flip on the tube and immerse myself in USA pride, gold medal glitter and talented individuals that make me feel inadequate on so many levels. Good times.

And by the time I realize what I've done, what trap I've not only allowed myself to get into but actually created myself, it's too late.

Do you know what time the Olympics go off? Nope. Not midnight. NEVER! They are ALWAYS on some channel and I've got 'em all.

Softball at midnight. Boxing in the afternoon. Recaps of everything all the time.

I'm sleepy, but I can't sleep. Michael Phelps might win another gold and frankly, I want to be a part of that history. It's vicarious living that's getting me through the days right now.

Sunday, August 3, 2008

Where have I been?

1. The Good News: Nik's team competed in the 16U B Southern Nationals Softball tournament held in Garland. They were the host team, something of a courtesy invitation. Hmmm. Someone forgot to tell them that. This spunky little team, mostly girls who are 93s, went out there and placed THIRD! Can you believe it? So, that means I spent most of last week sitting in 100+ degree heat while she played in it. But, boy did she play. She had multiple doubles and RBIs, her base running was flawless and her fielding was good. The best part was her Uncle Kerry got to watch every single game. The other parents started calling him the good luck charm. Oh, and the BF got to watch some, too. She played best when he was there...he should definitely show up more often.