Do Weeks Have Themes?

I love weekends! I love the week too, but weekends have the potential for so much variety.
For this weekend I will have a quick rundown, and then random musings, stories, and ideas from that same time.

Saturday-Alex had a "Scout" baseball game (Scout means that all the players are handicapped), then the whole family went to a funeral for a man who went to our old church.
Sunday-Church, (Bagel Shop Sunday) then a parent's meeting after service, which meant that all the youth were aimlessly hanging around, looking for anything to do. After that was done, we all went shopping at Target.
Monday-Alex and I rode the bus to San Jose for a dentist appointment.
Tuesday-Not much really.
Wedensday-More of the same.

On to the random stuff.
Alex got a baseball bat, so one evening we went to the park and hit a few. The memories came rushing, both mental, as well as muscular. I haven't mentioned this before, but I lived in Iowa before moving to California 5 years ago. Part of why I haven't mentioned it is because it was not an enjoyable time in my life. Except for the sports. I learned how to play basketball, baseball, and football there, thanks to a few men who set aside much of their non-working life to teach the 15 or so boys around my age who lived in or close to my town of 550 people. The rush, the crowd (or whatever you call a audience of 25), the team atmosphere, the competition, the skills, that moment when all eyes turn on you, that feeling you get right after a great play, the letdown of losing a close game, muffing the catch, missing the block, and swinging at that high 3rd strike. I love it. I miss it. Playing with Al was pretty fun too!

I love helping people, and wanting to tell someone, to brag about what a great thing you did. As soon as you tell, you feel like a bragger, but if you keep it to yourself, it glows inside you, and warms you.

I am an eater. I like food, and if I don't eat enough often enough, then I get very hungry and have to eat a lot. At the funeral, I hadn't eaten for several hours, which is a long time for me. So when I saw the food at the reception, I was thrilled. My first plate was moderate, not heaping, just full. As soon as I sat down, I got kiddded, mocked, and criticized for the amount of food on my plate. I was hungry!!

This is a great article about narcissism.
http://www.slate.com/id/2213740/pagenum/all/#p2

We all went to the library today, by as a whole we checked out over 110 items. I personally got about 15. Reviews will be forthcoming.

I have begun to realize what a formidable group my family is in public places. Alex, who acts like a handicapped person (rightfully so), me, I imagine I am hard to catagorize, and then Mandy, Nick and Beth. The three littles typically are fairly uninhibited in their behavior, which can be surprising in today's society of unwritten rules and expectations. Poor Mom. I'm sorry.

I don't know if this is me, or if it is real, but I am noticing a lot of "children's" books that are really good. Funny, thought-provoking, surprising, engaging and creative. Perhaps I just have so much around me, that it is soaking in.

I got a new phone two days ago, and I am pumped! My old phone sounded like I was talking to people, but the people were rolling around in piles of wax paper. My new one not only sounds great, but it has a camera, and not-awful ringtones. It also is very, very tough. It meets army specs for a whole truckload of bad stuff. Everything short of a bullet it seems.

Tommorow Mandy and Mom are going to a ballet in San Francisco, so I will be staying home with Nick, Beth, and Alex. After that, I will be going down to Gilroy to fill up my CO2 tank for paintballing, doing laundry, and preparing for a crazy weekend.

Can't wait!!
That's it for now!
Have a great one!