Sunday, November 20, 2005
Thursday, November 10, 2005
An idea from Anna's Blog - edited:
Where she took a song title quiz and turned it into a Cross Stitch Title quiz!
It kind of reminds me of when we were teenagers and the song "interviews" were popular on the radio. You remember? They'd pretend they were asking someone a question, and then it would be answered with a song lyric? We'd spend hours making up our own, with our little cassette decks. Kids today....with their ipods and digital music....Harumph
Anyways, here goes! Anna says that the only rule is that we should want to stitch all of our "answers". I have some of these. And now it looks like I'll need to shop! :)
1. Are you male or female? Pennsylvania Girl
2. Describe yourself: Mary Mary Quite Contrary
3. How do some people feel about you? If the Broom Fits
4. How do you feel about yourself? Busy Hands
5. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: Irish Blessing
6. Where would you rather be? By the Sea
7. Describe what you want to be: Hot Babe
8. Describe how you live: Peace and Prosperity
9. Describe how you love: Comfort and Rest
10. Share a few words of wisdom: All who wander are not lost.
It kind of reminds me of when we were teenagers and the song "interviews" were popular on the radio. You remember? They'd pretend they were asking someone a question, and then it would be answered with a song lyric? We'd spend hours making up our own, with our little cassette decks. Kids today....with their ipods and digital music....Harumph
Anyways, here goes! Anna says that the only rule is that we should want to stitch all of our "answers". I have some of these. And now it looks like I'll need to shop! :)
1. Are you male or female? Pennsylvania Girl
2. Describe yourself: Mary Mary Quite Contrary
3. How do some people feel about you? If the Broom Fits
4. How do you feel about yourself? Busy Hands
5. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend/interest: Irish Blessing
6. Where would you rather be? By the Sea
7. Describe what you want to be: Hot Babe
8. Describe how you live: Peace and Prosperity
9. Describe how you love: Comfort and Rest
10. Share a few words of wisdom: All who wander are not lost.
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Just a quickie post, because I have a ton of work to do.
DH and I watched two excellent movies over the past couple of days, thanks to IMDB's Top 250 Movies.
We enjoyed "Donny Darko" and "Mementos". Neither are "stitch-able" movies. They were unusual and thought provoking. You really have to pay attention.
My next movies will be "Godfather" (nope - I've never seen it) and "Twelve Angry Men".
I hate the long nights of late fall and winter, so this list may be my lifesaver!
DH and I watched two excellent movies over the past couple of days, thanks to IMDB's Top 250 Movies.
We enjoyed "Donny Darko" and "Mementos". Neither are "stitch-able" movies. They were unusual and thought provoking. You really have to pay attention.
My next movies will be "Godfather" (nope - I've never seen it) and "Twelve Angry Men".
I hate the long nights of late fall and winter, so this list may be my lifesaver!
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Why I love my teenagers:
Granted, my kids catch the school bus at a wickedly early hour. They need to leave the house at 6:35 each day. So sometimes they're not quite awake.
DD comes downstairs today at 6:30, and says, Hey Mom, sniff my hair. Doesn't it smell good? Naturally, I sniffed. Phew! (Usually she smells pretty good....)
Colleen, what did you put in your hair?
I used your new hairspray.
What new hairspray? I don't have any hairspray.
You know, that green stuff in the spray bottle.
Colleen, that's bug repellent.
But Mom, it's called FlyAway.
Colleen, it's to keep away flies. Not to tame flyaway hair.
Followed by a look of puzzlement on her face, quickly changing to horror because there's no time to wash it out and still catch the bus.
Ok, I'm mean and rotten, but I've been laughing about this all day. At least she won't be bothered by pesky flies.
Granted, my kids catch the school bus at a wickedly early hour. They need to leave the house at 6:35 each day. So sometimes they're not quite awake.
DD comes downstairs today at 6:30, and says, Hey Mom, sniff my hair. Doesn't it smell good? Naturally, I sniffed. Phew! (Usually she smells pretty good....)
Colleen, what did you put in your hair?
I used your new hairspray.
What new hairspray? I don't have any hairspray.
You know, that green stuff in the spray bottle.
Colleen, that's bug repellent.
But Mom, it's called FlyAway.
Colleen, it's to keep away flies. Not to tame flyaway hair.
Followed by a look of puzzlement on her face, quickly changing to horror because there's no time to wash it out and still catch the bus.
Ok, I'm mean and rotten, but I've been laughing about this all day. At least she won't be bothered by pesky flies.
Monday, October 31, 2005
My Darlin' boy...
And his friends at the Junior Senior Dance.
Johnny is the one in the blue shirt.
Jeez, they grow up quickly. This was the first time he drove to a dance. Boy, did I get butterflies as they drove away....
Johnny is the one in the blue shirt.
Jeez, they grow up quickly. This was the first time he drove to a dance. Boy, did I get butterflies as they drove away....
Sunday, October 30, 2005
I'm ready to celebrate! Today is the last day of soccer! I'll get my weekends back, and that means.....Finishing Sundays! Last winter I would dedicate my Sunday to finishing the stacks of stitched things rolled in my cedar closet, or flat in baskets, or laying across the back of the couch in my office. But Sundays are soccer days for me in the spring and fall and it's just too danged hot to sew in the summer, so I have to put that stuff on the back burner. Hmm....what will I finish first?
Wish me luck - I'll center the Final playoff game for the 10-12 year olds, then I'll line the final game for the 13-15 year olds.
Wish me luck - I'll center the Final playoff game for the 10-12 year olds, then I'll line the final game for the 13-15 year olds.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Ok, I’ve been away for a while, and I had promised to talk about the best reception of a stitched gift. So here goes.
Without a doubt, my family members are the most appreciative of anything I’ve ever stitched for them. Mom and Dad have several of my pieces in their dining room, including a big sampler for their 40th anniversary, some smaller samplers, and a few pieces with sayings. Maybe you’d call those samplers, too. But without alphabets. A couple pieces of work have found their way out to the living room.
Mom always loves what I’ve stitched and I believe it’s genuine. Dad loves my stitching, too, although he’s never been as verbal about it as Mom. But my paternal grandmother was very accomplished at embroidery, (and tailoring and knitting) and Dad was a very talented model railroader (HO scale), so he seems to have an eye and an appreciation for detail and fine work that many men may not have. Giving them a stitched gift makes me feel fabulous. If they were ever to decide that they didn’t like gifts of my stitching…. I’d be sad, because I enjoy the process of making the gift so much. But I’d prefer their honesty.
My brothers and sisters also seem to appreciate my stitching and I’ve even made them a couple of quilts. Maybe they take their cues from Mom and Dad? But I think they genuinely like their gifts. I have one sister that has received lots of my stitching, and I know she likes it, but she doesn’t take care of it. Once she put lots of stuff in storage (my stitching included), then didn’t pay the storage fees and lost it all. I’m ok with that – it was a gift, after all. She likes it – she’s just kind of clueless. I wonder if my stitching was auctioned off? Wouldn’t it be funny if it turned up, 100 years later, in some collector’s stash? Well, we can all dream!
I have friends who like my stitching, too, but you never know. One of my dearest friends lives in a log cabin. I tended to buy or stitch her “woodsy” or “cabin-y” things. Now she and her husband have separated. She still lives in the cabin. But as it turns out, she doesn’t like the cabin very much. He liked the cabin, and the woodsy, LLBean type décor. Now that he’s gone, she’s doing her best to convert the interior to her tastes. Holy cow, was I ever off! She’s way more Pier One. And I’ll tell you what, I’d so much rather know that than to keep giving/stitching her things that she doesn’t like.
But I’m getting away from the original gist of my post.
Two instances stick in my mind.
The stitched gift that sticks in my mind the most was something I stitched for my grandmother. She had been through so many changes in her life. She lost my grandfather, then she lost my great grandmother (they lived together), and then after staying with my mom a bit, she sold her house in New Jersey and moved to a small apartment near my parents in Philly. MomMom was having a tough time adjusting to all of this. So for Christmas, I stitched a simple “Welcome” sign in a heart wreath as her gift. Something for her new digs. She was so taken, she just cried. And I have a photo of her all teary eyed, holding the stitching up on Christmas morning. I always laughed at her – Smilingly telling her to “quit that cryin’.” She really did love it and I was so happy that something I had made meant so much to her.
I had a wonderful grandmother, and I still miss her, even after 15 years.
My other most memorable moment was with my DD Colleen. When she was little, I loved making her vests to wear to school. I loved the fabric panel easy-as-pie vests you could buy at JoAnn Fabric. And I loved to make them with a pattern and embroider them, and add buttons, and I loved to pick out her favorite things for the fabrics - usually kitty cats.
Then one day I made a vest, (don't even really remember which one it was), and she put it on, and I said something like Colleen, how do you like that new vest? And she said in her 8 year voice, "Mom, I like the vest, but what I like most about it is that you made it for me." You could have knocked me over with a feather. She's a gem - and always will be.
So – those are my most treasured gift moments.
Without a doubt, my family members are the most appreciative of anything I’ve ever stitched for them. Mom and Dad have several of my pieces in their dining room, including a big sampler for their 40th anniversary, some smaller samplers, and a few pieces with sayings. Maybe you’d call those samplers, too. But without alphabets. A couple pieces of work have found their way out to the living room.
Mom always loves what I’ve stitched and I believe it’s genuine. Dad loves my stitching, too, although he’s never been as verbal about it as Mom. But my paternal grandmother was very accomplished at embroidery, (and tailoring and knitting) and Dad was a very talented model railroader (HO scale), so he seems to have an eye and an appreciation for detail and fine work that many men may not have. Giving them a stitched gift makes me feel fabulous. If they were ever to decide that they didn’t like gifts of my stitching…. I’d be sad, because I enjoy the process of making the gift so much. But I’d prefer their honesty.
My brothers and sisters also seem to appreciate my stitching and I’ve even made them a couple of quilts. Maybe they take their cues from Mom and Dad? But I think they genuinely like their gifts. I have one sister that has received lots of my stitching, and I know she likes it, but she doesn’t take care of it. Once she put lots of stuff in storage (my stitching included), then didn’t pay the storage fees and lost it all. I’m ok with that – it was a gift, after all. She likes it – she’s just kind of clueless. I wonder if my stitching was auctioned off? Wouldn’t it be funny if it turned up, 100 years later, in some collector’s stash? Well, we can all dream!
I have friends who like my stitching, too, but you never know. One of my dearest friends lives in a log cabin. I tended to buy or stitch her “woodsy” or “cabin-y” things. Now she and her husband have separated. She still lives in the cabin. But as it turns out, she doesn’t like the cabin very much. He liked the cabin, and the woodsy, LLBean type décor. Now that he’s gone, she’s doing her best to convert the interior to her tastes. Holy cow, was I ever off! She’s way more Pier One. And I’ll tell you what, I’d so much rather know that than to keep giving/stitching her things that she doesn’t like.
But I’m getting away from the original gist of my post.
Two instances stick in my mind.
The stitched gift that sticks in my mind the most was something I stitched for my grandmother. She had been through so many changes in her life. She lost my grandfather, then she lost my great grandmother (they lived together), and then after staying with my mom a bit, she sold her house in New Jersey and moved to a small apartment near my parents in Philly. MomMom was having a tough time adjusting to all of this. So for Christmas, I stitched a simple “Welcome” sign in a heart wreath as her gift. Something for her new digs. She was so taken, she just cried. And I have a photo of her all teary eyed, holding the stitching up on Christmas morning. I always laughed at her – Smilingly telling her to “quit that cryin’.” She really did love it and I was so happy that something I had made meant so much to her.
I had a wonderful grandmother, and I still miss her, even after 15 years.
My other most memorable moment was with my DD Colleen. When she was little, I loved making her vests to wear to school. I loved the fabric panel easy-as-pie vests you could buy at JoAnn Fabric. And I loved to make them with a pattern and embroider them, and add buttons, and I loved to pick out her favorite things for the fabrics - usually kitty cats.
Then one day I made a vest, (don't even really remember which one it was), and she put it on, and I said something like Colleen, how do you like that new vest? And she said in her 8 year voice, "Mom, I like the vest, but what I like most about it is that you made it for me." You could have knocked me over with a feather. She's a gem - and always will be.
So – those are my most treasured gift moments.
Friday, October 28, 2005
If it has to snow...
I might as well enjoy stitching some of the neat "snowy" designs. I wasn't "snowbound" this week, but I know it's coming. This is Bent Creek's design with the same name.
Quick and fun.
Quick and fun.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Let's not be crybabies...
Today's Stitching Blogger Question asks us to consider this question: Have you ever stitched something as a gift and later realized that receiver doesn’t respect your stitched gift a bit (for example it’s never on show, or you have other reason to suspect that it may even be nonexistent or at least placed in some dark storage room corner)? If so, what have you done? If you’ve been lucky enough to avoid such people what would you do if it’d happen to you?
First of all, maybe "respect" isn't the issue. Maybe they just don't like it. I love quilts, but I've seen some butt ugly quilts. I respect and appreciate the work of the quilter, but no way would I display that in my house!
Quite frankly, I figure a gift is a gift is a gift. They can do whatever they like with it. Sometimes you hit a home run, sometimes you don't. And then I don't sweat it. I don't ask about it. I just don't give that type of gift to them again.
I mean, come on...we've all gotten gifts that the giver was thrilled to give us, but we don't quite understand. Afterwards I've asked myself, what on earth ever made (insert name here) think I'd like that?? So chances are that in 47 years, I've made some gifting mistakes too, whether it was something stitched or not. But here's how I see it - - - I'm not 10 years old anymore, bugging my mom about putting the pink ceramic swan-shaped ashtray that I've made out on the table for all of her guests to see. Otherwise, she doesn't love me, right? Time to get over it.
But now I'm going to take a cue from Anna and turn todays SBQ into a positive post. But I have to think about it a little so I'll be back later.
First of all, maybe "respect" isn't the issue. Maybe they just don't like it. I love quilts, but I've seen some butt ugly quilts. I respect and appreciate the work of the quilter, but no way would I display that in my house!
Quite frankly, I figure a gift is a gift is a gift. They can do whatever they like with it. Sometimes you hit a home run, sometimes you don't. And then I don't sweat it. I don't ask about it. I just don't give that type of gift to them again.
I mean, come on...we've all gotten gifts that the giver was thrilled to give us, but we don't quite understand. Afterwards I've asked myself, what on earth ever made (insert name here) think I'd like that?? So chances are that in 47 years, I've made some gifting mistakes too, whether it was something stitched or not. But here's how I see it - - - I'm not 10 years old anymore, bugging my mom about putting the pink ceramic swan-shaped ashtray that I've made out on the table for all of her guests to see. Otherwise, she doesn't love me, right? Time to get over it.
But now I'm going to take a cue from Anna and turn todays SBQ into a positive post. But I have to think about it a little so I'll be back later.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Cripes...this is what we woke up to this morning.
That's six inches of heavy, wet snow. So the power flickered all night, waking us several times and keeping me up for good at about 4AM. But we're one of the lucky ones - most people in the county have lost power for the long haul.
I had better do some work. My good fortune may not last!
That's six inches of heavy, wet snow. So the power flickered all night, waking us several times and keeping me up for good at about 4AM. But we're one of the lucky ones - most people in the county have lost power for the long haul.
I had better do some work. My good fortune may not last!
Monday, October 24, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Yay! Some finishes! Well, at least the stitching part...
Even though I don't particularly like Halloween stuff, I enjoyed the heck out of this little piece:
And I have a some great fabric to finish it with. Black w/gold moons and stars. I'd surely like to get it done today.
Then I finished this for a group Stitch-along.
It's an oldie (Prairie Schooler, 1986) that I found in my books as I was looking for a something with a pumpkin. I updated it a little by using GAST instead of DMC and I like the results. Notice the Aida cloth, too. Not what I usually stitch on, but it's nice to give my eyes and brain a break every now and then.
Speaking of eyes, I recently spent some of my referee money on a new lamp! Yes, a lamp. JoAnn Fabrics had their Ott floor lamps on sale for $99, and it really and truly was just what I was looking for, so I plunked down the money. It's fabulous! Of course, I have a general love for lamps anyway, so it wasn't difficult. Seems like if I spend money lately it's on a lamp or stitching...
Later in the week I went to my LNS, (if you can call a 45 minute drive "local"),where I spent most of the rest of my money.
It occurs to me that I'm one lucky person. I enjoy referee work, and I usually get paid well to do it, and then I can spend that little bit of extra $$ on my stitching. How's that for luck?
Looks like it's a busy week ahead. But if I finish Flying Monkeys, I'll post that, too.
Even though I don't particularly like Halloween stuff, I enjoyed the heck out of this little piece:
And I have a some great fabric to finish it with. Black w/gold moons and stars. I'd surely like to get it done today.
Then I finished this for a group Stitch-along.
It's an oldie (Prairie Schooler, 1986) that I found in my books as I was looking for a something with a pumpkin. I updated it a little by using GAST instead of DMC and I like the results. Notice the Aida cloth, too. Not what I usually stitch on, but it's nice to give my eyes and brain a break every now and then.
Speaking of eyes, I recently spent some of my referee money on a new lamp! Yes, a lamp. JoAnn Fabrics had their Ott floor lamps on sale for $99, and it really and truly was just what I was looking for, so I plunked down the money. It's fabulous! Of course, I have a general love for lamps anyway, so it wasn't difficult. Seems like if I spend money lately it's on a lamp or stitching...
Later in the week I went to my LNS, (if you can call a 45 minute drive "local"),where I spent most of the rest of my money.
It occurs to me that I'm one lucky person. I enjoy referee work, and I usually get paid well to do it, and then I can spend that little bit of extra $$ on my stitching. How's that for luck?
Looks like it's a busy week ahead. But if I finish Flying Monkeys, I'll post that, too.
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
I've written another family rant, but I'm not going to post it here. If you're in the mood for torture, go here:
Lake Stitcher 2
I'll have stitching news and maybe a photo or two later!
Lake Stitcher 2
I'll have stitching news and maybe a photo or two later!
Friday, October 07, 2005
I love to be amused. And entertained. And I LOVE it when a blog makes me laugh out loud. So lately I've been reading these blogs almost daily, and if you like a giggle, a laugh, and even sometimes a coffee-spraying moment while you're on the Net, you have to check these out:
Thread Bared
You Knit What?
Manolo's Shoe Blog
Manolo for the Brides
I love the dry humor and evil wit of these blogs! It's way too much fun!
Thread Bared
You Knit What?
Manolo's Shoe Blog
Manolo for the Brides
I love the dry humor and evil wit of these blogs! It's way too much fun!
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
I’ve written a short rant about family in the past. I feel another rant coming on. You’ve been warned….
Exactly when do you decide to cut bait with a family member? I have some in-laws that drive me crazy. Just when I get to the place that I can be at peace with whatever bullshit they’re throwing my way, they increase the throwage.
I would not be exaggerating one bit if I told you that one in-law in particular is completely useless. Over the 25 years that I’ve known him, he has created more turmoil and aggravation than ten people put together. And all of this would be no-never-mind if we didn’t happen to be involved in a family business with him. So every personal problem seems to translate into a work problem, because he needs time off due to one tragedy or another. And then that means that my DH has to work extra hours. For instance, by the end of this week, he'll have put in a 75 hour work week, because of the most recent problem in Useless Guy's life. (A long list of evil-doing and uselessness was edited out here. It was cathartic to write it, but you all don’t have to suffer through reading it)
I would also not be exaggerating to say that this fellow has never, ever done anything kind or nice for my husband, my kids, or me. N.E.V.E.R.
Ok, so now I’m at the place where I would love to cut off all contact with Useless Guy. But DH is still emotionally tied. And it’s his blood relative, not mine. When I hold my ground and say enough is enough, I feel badly for DH. But when is he going to stop letting Useless Guy take advantage of him?
So I guess I’ll hang in there, keep quiet, and I won’t stir the pot for DH’s sake. And my mantra will be…What goes around comes around. Please. Maybe I’ll stitch it into a sampler and give it to them. F-ing useless.
Exactly when do you decide to cut bait with a family member? I have some in-laws that drive me crazy. Just when I get to the place that I can be at peace with whatever bullshit they’re throwing my way, they increase the throwage.
I would not be exaggerating one bit if I told you that one in-law in particular is completely useless. Over the 25 years that I’ve known him, he has created more turmoil and aggravation than ten people put together. And all of this would be no-never-mind if we didn’t happen to be involved in a family business with him. So every personal problem seems to translate into a work problem, because he needs time off due to one tragedy or another. And then that means that my DH has to work extra hours. For instance, by the end of this week, he'll have put in a 75 hour work week, because of the most recent problem in Useless Guy's life. (A long list of evil-doing and uselessness was edited out here. It was cathartic to write it, but you all don’t have to suffer through reading it)
I would also not be exaggerating to say that this fellow has never, ever done anything kind or nice for my husband, my kids, or me. N.E.V.E.R.
Ok, so now I’m at the place where I would love to cut off all contact with Useless Guy. But DH is still emotionally tied. And it’s his blood relative, not mine. When I hold my ground and say enough is enough, I feel badly for DH. But when is he going to stop letting Useless Guy take advantage of him?
So I guess I’ll hang in there, keep quiet, and I won’t stir the pot for DH’s sake. And my mantra will be…What goes around comes around. Please. Maybe I’ll stitch it into a sampler and give it to them. F-ing useless.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Here's a quickie post to prove that I really do stitch.
I'd estimate I have a few more hours work on this. Hmmm. Now where will I get a few more hours?
Had to giggle at Anna's idea for stitching aphorisms. I think right now my aphorism of choice would be "Please Flush." Does that tell you anything about my day???
I'd estimate I have a few more hours work on this. Hmmm. Now where will I get a few more hours?
Had to giggle at Anna's idea for stitching aphorisms. I think right now my aphorism of choice would be "Please Flush." Does that tell you anything about my day???
Tuesday, September 20, 2005
This will seem completely random.
I'm listening to one of the best songs ever in the history of music: Simon and Garfunkel's "The Boxer".
One of the things I love best about the internet is the availability of music programming online and I was ecstatic to discover that WXPN in Philadelphia broadcasts live over the internet. Whenever we travel to Philly, we can't wait to get near Harrisburg so we can pick up WXPN on the radio. Now I have it at home! It makes my work day so much more enjoyable. I wish Pittsburgh had a station that was one-tenth as good....
More random stuff. On Friday, my idiot son let some girls wax his back. The kids had the day off from school because of the 84 Lumber Golf Tournament, and I guess they got bored. And now he's complaining that his back itches like crazy. Am I raising a moron?
To my blogging friends who are heading off to Hershey and CATS: Have a fabulous time! I can't wait to read about the new and exciting things you find and about all of the fun you have meeting friends from distant places. I can hear the credit cards sizzling already!
I'm listening to one of the best songs ever in the history of music: Simon and Garfunkel's "The Boxer".
One of the things I love best about the internet is the availability of music programming online and I was ecstatic to discover that WXPN in Philadelphia broadcasts live over the internet. Whenever we travel to Philly, we can't wait to get near Harrisburg so we can pick up WXPN on the radio. Now I have it at home! It makes my work day so much more enjoyable. I wish Pittsburgh had a station that was one-tenth as good....
More random stuff. On Friday, my idiot son let some girls wax his back. The kids had the day off from school because of the 84 Lumber Golf Tournament, and I guess they got bored. And now he's complaining that his back itches like crazy. Am I raising a moron?
To my blogging friends who are heading off to Hershey and CATS: Have a fabulous time! I can't wait to read about the new and exciting things you find and about all of the fun you have meeting friends from distant places. I can hear the credit cards sizzling already!
Wednesday, September 14, 2005
I don’t have any stitching to write about today. I had good intentions and packed a stitching bag to take with me on Friday while I waited for DS during his knee surgery, but I was too distracted to even open it up. I don’t know – I thought I was real laid back about the whole thing, but I think I was just fooling myself. I believe I was actually more nervous than I wanted to admit. When we (finally) arrived at home, the first thing I did was lay across the bed and sleep for over an hour. A deep sleep. I felt wiped out. Oh but enough about me, me, me. DS is doing well, despite some discomfort and swelling. But he has an excellent prognosis and should begin rehab soon and then we hope he’ll be running pain-free for Spring Track and Field.
Soccer is in full swing and each and every season I feel more confident about my referee skills. I had a coach spew some unkind words during a game Sunday because he thought I had missed an offside penalty, but I was dead on with my call, and he was wrong. Too bad there aren’t instant replay films in recreational soccer! Seriously…. how can a coach who is standing on the center line accurately see where the players are in relation to each other and the ball?? And I’m back there, exactly in position – and he believes he can make the call? Ha! I say. His team lost badly. I guess he needed to vent.
However, as much as I like reffing, my left hip is taking a pounding. It feels as tight as a drum. I rented a yoga DVD a couple of weeks ago though, and it seems to be helping. And of course, a Cosmopolitan or two after the game greases the joints.
This is the week of the 84 Lumber Classic, right down the road at Nemacolin Woodlands. We’re all preparing for massive gridlock over the weekend, as a gazillion people descend on our little town and its two lane road. Golfers. My favorite people. I think it’s really wimpy that we all have to be soooooo quiet and even stop moving when they tee off or putt. Cripes. Get over yourselves. We have tickets to go watch the tournament on Thursday and Sunday. I’ll go with Dave, but I’ve tried to encourage him to take a friend instead of me. Does anybody out there want to go? Anybody? Pretty please?
Gotta go - time to pick up Limpy from the bus stop. L8R.
Soccer is in full swing and each and every season I feel more confident about my referee skills. I had a coach spew some unkind words during a game Sunday because he thought I had missed an offside penalty, but I was dead on with my call, and he was wrong. Too bad there aren’t instant replay films in recreational soccer! Seriously…. how can a coach who is standing on the center line accurately see where the players are in relation to each other and the ball?? And I’m back there, exactly in position – and he believes he can make the call? Ha! I say. His team lost badly. I guess he needed to vent.
However, as much as I like reffing, my left hip is taking a pounding. It feels as tight as a drum. I rented a yoga DVD a couple of weeks ago though, and it seems to be helping. And of course, a Cosmopolitan or two after the game greases the joints.
This is the week of the 84 Lumber Classic, right down the road at Nemacolin Woodlands. We’re all preparing for massive gridlock over the weekend, as a gazillion people descend on our little town and its two lane road. Golfers. My favorite people. I think it’s really wimpy that we all have to be soooooo quiet and even stop moving when they tee off or putt. Cripes. Get over yourselves. We have tickets to go watch the tournament on Thursday and Sunday. I’ll go with Dave, but I’ve tried to encourage him to take a friend instead of me. Does anybody out there want to go? Anybody? Pretty please?
Gotta go - time to pick up Limpy from the bus stop. L8R.
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