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krapposelli wrote:Son and daughters t-ball / softball is starting this week. Why did I talk the daughter into playing again? For the next 10+ weeks I'm going to be running here, there and everywhere taking them to practice, games and her to dance class. Her first practice is tomorrow - husband is supposed to practice with her in the morning so she at least has some clue how to catch a ball. She's related to me, so I'm sure it's going to be a challenge for her. Although... she doesn't have the vision problems I did, so maybe she'll be able to do it. *fingers crossed*

You know you did it because you love her. Yeah, it's going to be a scramble, but she deserves the chance.

pooflady wrote:You know you did it because you love her. Yeah, it's going to be a scramble, but she deserves the chance.

Yeah, I also knew she really wanted to but was scared to try. I loved playing sports growing up. I did ballet, tap and jazz (none of them well), played soccer (poorly), softball (again not a strength), bowling (ha! here I succeeded because I was 5+ years older than other kids in the league!), girl scouts and I'm sure more that I'm forgetting. Don't know how my parents carted me all those places. It'd be easier if husband wasn't working evenings, but we'll make it work. Fortunately, son is on same t-ball team as his cousin (who lives next door) so on the nights with conflicts, I can drop him off and they can bring him home for me.

krapposelli wrote:Yeah, I also knew she really wanted to but was scared to try. I loved playing sports growing up. I did ballet, tap and jazz (none of them well), played soccer (poorly), softball (again not a strength), bowling (ha! here I succeeded because I was 5+ years older than other kids in the league!), girl scouts and I'm sure more that I'm forgetting. Don't know how my parents carted me all those places. It'd be easier if husband wasn't working evenings, but we'll make it work. Fortunately, son is on same t-ball team as his cousin (who lives next door) so on the nights with conflicts, I can drop him off and they can bring him home for me.

When I was growing up, there were no sports for girls until high school. But I had baton, tap, Girl Scouts and bowling. I probably enjoyed the bowling the most. Our bowling alley was on the second floor of a Western Auto store. Still had pin boys.

pooflady wrote:When I was growing up, there were no sports for girls until high school. But I had baton, tap, Girl Scouts and bowling. I probably enjoyed the bowling the most. Our bowling alley was on the second floor of a Western Auto store. Still had pin boys.

I'm going to try and fall asleep. Have a good evening and hope you feel even better tomorrow Poof. G'night all.

krapposelli wrote:I'm going to try and fall asleep. Have a good evening and hope you feel even better tomorrow Poof. G'night all.

Night, selli.

daj59 wrote:Evening all. Glad you're on the mend Poof.

Thank you.

Husband was going out for chicken tonight and, assuming he was going to a chicken place, I asked him to get me a grilled chicken sandwich. Nothing there that should mess up my gastrointestinal tract. Instead he goes to a grocery store for his chicken. Obviously, no grilled chicken sandwiches there. So he picks one up at Arby's. My bet is it was the first chicken sandwich ordered at Arby's this month. Just nasty.

daj59 wrote:Ewwwww. I sometimes get their chicken salad sandwich. It's pretty darn good...at least here it is.

I'll swear it was gray.

daj59 wrote:Yuck.

Pulled son's lunch bag out of his backpack this morning to put h the containers in the dishwasher. Keep in mind that he had the entire week off. Seems that he didn't eat much of his sandwich that last day. At least I'm pretty sure that was his sandwich. Such pretty colors!

He doesn't have science fair coming up does he? He may have been growing his own penicillin!

Good evening all!

superspryte wrote://smack

It wasn't a smack back. ^_~

Nice! I got smacked by someone that I know almost nothing about!

Where's the bubba? I need info!

daj59 wrote:It was well on its way to becoming a medical miracle.

I've seen some things I swear could get up and walk on their own!

Hi Cruzer!

Still lurking!

Resume just about updated. Need to mess with online application. Hope I hear back from references soon, and answer the questionnaire for the job I am applying to.

daj59 wrote:It was well on its way to becoming a medical miracle.

I once left grapes in my backpack so long they turned to raisins. I couldn't eat grapes or raisins for a long time after that.

daj59 wrote:

thanks

daj59 wrote:Uh, yummy?

There have been many times that I have thrown a dish away rather than try to clean it out.

Sometimes that's for the best. You do not wish to disturb the remains and awaken the curse!

daj59 wrote:

Night, Daj.
(Is that a large tear or a misplaced nose?)

daj59 wrote:

goodnight daj!

Night all. Tomorrow.

superspryte wrote:Sorry, I felt inspired.

well, you're not the first...or the last...that is going to smack me, or call me a twit...or something like that.

goodnight all!

dontwantaname wrote:Someone got two bravewomen shirts from the pre launch of shirt, in a box of misprints.
He had no clue who or what it was.
//sigh

Well not all the shirt people know the rest of the site.

Goodnight everyone who went to bed.

good morning all!

kenney9226 wrote:good morning all!

Good morning kneny. Good morning everyone. Still can't get used to no morning salutation from Gman. Where the heck is he???!!!???

good morning K!
good morning K!

Good morning lurkers!

good morning from this lurker who responds when greeted!

openspace wrote:good morning from this lurker who responds when greeted!

morning os! always nice to 'talk' to a lurker. How are you this morning?

openspace wrote:good morning from this lurker who responds when greeted!

Good morning OS. We'd greet you more if you lurked less. I too am a former lurker - come on out and play.

krapposelli wrote:Good morning OS. We'd greet you more if you lurked less. I too am a former lurker - come on out and play.

Silly lurkers...we don't bite...often...