Random thoughts

After spending that day, all day in the pool last week, I am now almost over my painful sunburn I received on my chest and tops of my thighs for doing that. I forgot they had not seen the light of day in a long time.

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ME : ( said to man standing in line at sandwich shoppe) ::laughing:: Your pants are buzzing.
Him: (with sarcastic response) "Yes,I know. It's my phone. "

After which he turns around. End of conversation. I guess that's what I get for laughing at a man's groin. He made no move to answer the shaking/buzzing phone. Me thinks he was enjoying it too much. Pfft. And I thought my love life sucked. Ha!

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I’ve discovered I am happiest when I am involved in a project. Cleaning house or doing laundry by the way, is not a project. I’m project less at the moment, but still happy. I’m also broke. But then, I don’t want to leave the pool, so who cares. There are two new additions to the family. A new cat (Ty) and a new son (D). Let’s hope both work out better than the daughter did.

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Judi posted another essay question. “Why did you start a journal?”

Beats me. I’ve never kept a journal or diary. One day, I was thinking how absurd all the car stuff was that was happening, and thought… damn this is funny in that weird sorta way that weird things happen in, and thought… ‘instead of talking to yourself and being highly amused, why not start a journal where you can write it out and amuse yourself in print.’

(for all the people new to my little place here.. FYI, I used to be much more funny before the pool was done. I really was. Just don't give me wine.)

Finally

I finally did it. I spent all day floating in the pool. Alone. No kids. Just the warm sun, the cool water and me. I had forgotten how good it felt to relax and drift. To do nothing. To think of nothing. I had forgotten how nice it is to wear very little (a bathing suit) without worrying that someone is staring at your thighs. To feel the water swirl around your body. To feel weightless, and have no stress bearing down on me. It was better than sex... better than chocolate .... or coffee! Well, ok it was better than sex at least.

Playing in the Dirt - Again

Playing in the dirt.. yes again.

Ok, I admit it. While on vacation, I missed my pool. I wanted to hang outside by it for the first time since it's been done. so I ended up spending the last two days "finishing" the walls so I could be near it.

Now I can sit back and enjoy my vacation.... and decide what next to do.

There are tons of little odds and ends to finish and fix... but I'm really bad about getting around to those. Maybe I'll sick the kids on them....

So here are the final pictures.... I wonder what kind of trouble I will get myself into next.

NRA

We came; We shot; We did OK.

Here's the group dressed for the awards ceremony on Sunday. Don't they all look so sweet and innocent. Who would think they're a gun toting band of teens.... My son is wearing the red shirt.




The event was the NRA National Championship, Bloomington, IL. I learned that Illinois has corn. Lots and lots and lots of corn. The kids (pictured below) in red are the rifle team. The girls in grey are our new pistol team.

Part of the shooting line. Over 200 kids making up 46 teams from across the country participated in the event. My son is in the black and white shooting suit.

These are the girls who made up our Georgia Pistol team. They are very new to the sport and turned heads not only for their great shooting, but for other reasons... Yes, we chaperones had our hands full....
The rifle team took 2nd place. We lost first by 8 points. They were disappointed considering two of the shooters were a total of 40 shots below their usual scores. But 2nd isn't too bad for Ian since it was his first National competition. And he personally scored well and got a medal for being in the top 10 and for team 2nd.Oh and one of his teammates, Phillip, shot a new national record!
I'm glad to be home... I missed my pool.

Road Trip!

I'm off to see the Wizard..... well, maybe not the Wizard, but Illinois and all the states in between here and there.

There will be guns involved

...and we (son and I) are waiting to see who will be on the team. Seems Ian is the wildcard.

He's outshooting some of the older members of the team and the coach doesn't know what to do with him. So he'll either be team member #4 or the alternate. Either way, his scores will count for individual awards, so I have my fingers crossed for him.

It's Ian's first national competition. He is one of 5 shooters chosen from the state to represent Georgia at this competition; so just making the team is pretty darn great.

Wish him good luck in shooting and wish me good luck keeping my sanity for 6 days in a hotel room with giggling girls.....

I'm the room mom for the pistol team (3 are girls). oy. Soooo I'm on vacation for two weeks! and spending one of them driving to Illinois... le sigh..

I already miss my pool.

This is what watching shooting is like.... it's been likened to watching paint dry. Personally, I love to paint....