Well, hey there. Lookee here. We got us some sepia toned stalks of corn.Kids, I think I'll make this short. I've had a weird and hectic day or two and I'm going to try really hard to actually get some rest tonight. Plus, there are some storms rolling in, and I may need to go find my bag to breathe into very soon.
I am happy to say, that things are going to start slowing down here pretty quickly, in the next week and I can't wait. My ex's play goes up this weekend and once that happens, I'll actually have a few nights off from the girls during the week. I love my girls, it's just nice to have time to do my own thing or hang out with adults every now and again too.
After work today, I had the privilege of sitting outside on metal bleachers in the rain for an hour and a half watching Coadster play soccer. I would only ever do that for my girls. I'm sure you are all very nice people, but don't bother asking me to sit in the rain and watch you play soccer, because I will definitely say no. Soccer games are so much more interesting when it's sunny and in the seventies and I can sit on a blanket and get a blotchy sunburn because I am apparently sloppy about applying sunscreen.
Since I'm already totally scattered here, I'll just mention that there was a bomb threat in one of the buildings on the campus where I work. They brought bomb sniffing dogs, and didn't find anything, but it was a fun little scare while it lasted. The offices across the street from us, decided to lock down and I'm so glad we didn't. If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times, the real danger in my office, always comes from within.
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Sepia-toned cornstalks always make me feel nostalgic. And yes, I would only ever watch soccer if I really, seriously loved someone. That and golf. Snore.
I head about the threat. Seems like there's been a lot of them after the Virginia Tech thing. Not sure what possesses people to do that.
Cool picture, sepia always looks good.
I love cold metal bleachers in the rain... actually, no I don't, you're a saint
weird and freaky! i love sepia toned photos. i love cornfields!!! you deserve some time "off"!!!!!!
I used to have to play in the rain and mud all of the time. Now I'm almost upset that my kids don't ever have to, because the league and parks and recreation department are so worried about their fields.
Additionally, the word "sepia" is one of my favorites.
Heather Anne,
I hear you - on both counts.
Brando,
Yeah, last week one of the junior highs went on lock-down because one of the students brought a pellet gun to school. Duh.
Margaret,
I wouldn't go that far. If E. had a soccer game in the rain, you'd watch it too.
Stepping,
Thanks. I'm feeling like I really do need some time. I can't wait.
Dagromm,
When my girls played rec league, their games were always cancelled in the rain. They must be more hardcore in high school.
I like the word "sepia" too.
Mmm, soccer in the rain... to me there's nothing better. Really, there aren't many other ways to play it here in very damp Seattle.
Churlita,
You're right, we do things for our kids that we'd never do otherwise.
Does that make us bad people?
Bomb scares,
massacres,
suicides,
war shit,
Is anyone left besides you and me that's sane?
rel
I have never seen sepia-toned cornstalks until this very moment. I have never thought of soccer in the rain until this very moment.
Thanks for giving me something new to think about.
But can you get a bowl of sepia corn flakes?
Egan,
I suppose you get used to doing everything in the rain.
Rel,
Now, I wouldn't go lumping me in the sane category. It's nice of you to say it, though.
Evil-E,
Hey, anytime.
Dmarks,
I'm not sure. Do you think they would taste any different if they were sepia-toned?
That's the same with me with baseball. Well about any sport, actually. I like playing a few sports, but if you want me to watch a baseball game, it had better be nice outside. And there had better be some refreshments.
Yes, everything. Seriously, playing in the rain on grass is very fun, especially if you can slide tackle.
Tara,
I can only watch baseball at a park with beer and overpriced hotdogs too.
Egan,
I'm sure you're right. As a parent, I was a little nervous about all those slide tackles in the mud. I kept envisioning broken bones.
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