So last night (or should I say yesterday afternoon...it's middle school) was Landmark's first game since I think 2 weeks ago and BAM! My co-coach and I had a goal to score in the double digits. Well we might as well scored in the triple-digits. Twenty-four points later, our team put our hands in the middle of the circle and chanted, "Good game Tower School; thank you officials". Remember that CLASSIC chant after our recreational games? Either that one or the usual, "2, 4, 6, 8, who do we appreciate?...." Yeah. I'm back there again. So the score was 24-18 and the Landmark Vikings freaking PICKED IT UP! We are scrappy and I'd be so annoyed if I was on the other team. But I'm not, I'm on this one, so that's a beautiful thing. We had only one practice between that game and our other games, so I'm pretty excited. Aubrey (co-coach) and I introduced (hopefully it was review for most but it was definitely introduction for many) boxing out. I have been talking to one girl in particular about flashing to the ball, and we've been working as a team on attacking the basket, driving in, anything but dribbling immediately and looking down, only to get trapped around the perimeter.
Anyway, Landmark Vikings, if there were a 'ship, would be going to the 'ship. I can feel it.
Also, I have a master's class final exam in 40 minutes. Drat. But it's open book, the professor is really nice, and I've done well (think of that....sure doesn't reflect my confidence and knowledge in the material...shhh...don't tell) with everything else, so I'm just gonna go and do what I do.
Yeah, so mental health days. So good to me. I was thinking it was about time. I haven't missed one day ever since I started with them mid-June and thought to my self, "Self, your health of the mental kind needs a break." So I listened and called in last night. There's nothing like that feeling after you've called in at night. No worries for a whole 24 hours (unless you have a master's exam).
This past weekend I went to a cookie swap party and obviously sported my awesome but ugly sweater. I walked in with a platter of delicious cookies (which, I must share, won "best presentation"..but that's only because no one knew that was a category so there were a lot of tupperware containers and I happened to bake my cookies AT a cookie baking/decorating party, so I was all set there) and one of the hosts said, "What'd you bring?" And without hesitation I responded, "I'll tell you what I brought...." And I took my coat off to show off my sweater. Amongst all the oohs and aahs (they were jealous) I added, "Oh and I brought cookies too" as though that's not what was originally asked about. Muahah. We played Scene It the game and I didn't love it only because I thought I'd be more familiar with the movies than I was.
I will say, however, that the cookie swap was more enjoyable than the community group part-tay I went to the next night. I, again, sported my sweater, recycled the cookies I had taken home from the cookie swap and brought those too. This group is new to me but I gotta be honest, I didn't feel all that welcome by most. The majority of the people there are a different breed than me. A lot of them are couples from the seminary, the guys are "cool" and "hip" and their wives look like they belong on MTV's "The Hills". You know the type, really pretty, made up, sporting the Uggs and if not Uggs then some other type o' long boot. Their hair is perfect and their faces are pretty. They all have accents cuz they're from the south. And I am the polar opposite. I can pretend for a couple of nights, probably, to be like that, and wear cute clothes, and straighten my hair. Maybe sneak in a "ya'll" here and there, but that's not me. Sunday nights are my last chance to wear a high bun and wear sneakers and hooded sweatshirts and jeans before I transform to a low bun, button up collar, and lip-glossed look. Sigh.
I have come up with some more gum flavors, but they all blend together after awhile, so I'm not sure I can report any. Recently, though, the thesaurus and I have become quite close.
I need to go. Quite an agenda....examin' it, spinnin' it, chicken kabobin' it (I think), then absolutely 100% BIGGEST LOSER FINALE-IN' it!!! GO MICHELE!!!!
Anyway, as my facebook profile picture hopefully gets across, word by word, "may your hearts be filled with love, joy, life, and giggles during this tender and wondrous holiday season."
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I love your Christmas part-ay stories. It reminds me of a story of my own that goes a little something like this: So, Scott and I joined a "community" at our church (which is huge). It's the young married without children community. We stopped attending the community approx. a month ago b/c the people were totally not our speed. They would have outting like hiking, or making care packages for college students, and we are like, "it's sunday, time to watch football, where's the football watching outting?" anyway, so they're having a Christmas party, and we are on the email list, so we get all the Christmas party updates. A food sign up email is going around, so far, people are bring ing hummus, baked brie and cheese and crackers. What?? Where's the pigs in a blanket and mexi-dip? So i feel you when you talk about your Christmas party with the seminary people -- where'd all the normal people go? I want to Christmas party with them!
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