Last swim meet of the season last night. I've never seen the pool look so beautiful. The perfect weather didn't hurt.
Last swim meet of the season last night. I've never seen the pool look so beautiful. The perfect weather didn't hurt.
My friend Jill sells used books. She gets some jewels and she gets some duds, and then she gets some that are so insane she is at a loss for words. Her girlfriend told her to create a blog about them and thank God she has and I now have a whole other way to waste time at work. Keep 'em coming Jilly Bean!
They Actually Print This Stuff
Family note: check out the author, I hope he or she is not a relation of ours.
Tip #1: Make sure you pack as much crap as you can fit in your car. Don't be afraid of trapping your child in. Give them a pillow to block the tower of crap and they'll be just fine. Trust me.
Tip #2: Bring glow sticks for the kids but bring more than you think you need. They will go through an entire box in one night if you let them.

Somehow my father-in-law is a miracle worker. Mia spent one afternoon swimming with him and at the next swim meet, swam over half the length of the pool without use of the rope! It was a great Mia moment!! I captured it here for your viewing pleasure. It just kills me how much she enjoys swimming which is apparent from the huge grin on her face! I apologize for the sideways video. I turned my camera to get the long shot and forgot that videos don't rotate. Oops.
A coworker sent me this video today and I've watched it five times and still can't decide if it's real or a stunt. Someone help me out here:
Either way, it's pretty bad ass.
P.S. on the tent, I got it down and all nicely folded but it took both me and Chuck to squeeze it into the carrying case. It was tough but we did it!
Last week I had a lovely 69 year old woman come to pay for her grandchild to attend a week of camp. She got to talking about how we're expensive (we're not) and she's on a fixed income because she's retired and she doesn't mean to burden me with her problems BUT.......... I sat there for about 20 minutes, dutifully nodding and interjecting the occasional "oh dear"s and "bless your heart"s that a good southern girl should say (so I have learned living in the south as I was raised by two Yankees and was never taught such, um, pleasantries) I'm trying my darndest to be supportive to this woman who I don't know and not stop her by yelling "I don't care how much your ex-husband's heart medication costs, I've got work to do!" I've got serious poker face going on which is way impressive because I have no poker face. At this point, my boss comes in, says "I forgot, these people called earlier" and hands me a post it note which I have scanned for your viewing pleasure:
I think it's clear that we watch entirely too much of The Office.
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