So, every time I resolve to actually blog here on my blog...
Wait, when did the word "blog" start sounding so...so... 2006?
In 2006, you say?
I'm just going to consider myself all old skool for blogging on this here blog, then.
I'm also going to use the word "blogging" as much as I can.
Anyway, every time I say I'm going to get back in the habit of blogging here on my blog, it just seems to get worse.
While there's not too much more annoying than bloggers blogging about why they haven't blogged, I will say that in order to blog, you kinda have to be home to blog, or at least around your computer and I'm not.
I know I say this all the time, but I'm never home because volleyball is kicking mah ass, and it's not even my volleyball.
It'd be better if I was the one playing, because at least I'd be getting some exercise while my ass was getting kicked.
But, then again I'd suck at volleyball because now both knees don't work. Wait, I'd suck at volleyball, anyway. What was I thinking?
Going to the doctor tomorrow, with the strange feeling that I'm going to get bilateral steroid injections, thus ending my Olympic aspirations. Also, ending my ability to get back to my office from the doctor's office if that happens.
Where was I?
Busy Girl loves volleyball, and I love to watch and as a parent of a player, we have some obligations, but it's been especially demanding the past few weeks. Her school has a powerful program, and this is just what it takes.
It will be somewhat easier when she gets a driver's license, but that's not for another year, and I wouldn't want to miss the games, anyway.
But, apparently, I have 2 other kids and a husband, though, and hey, the other kids play sports, too. Who knew?
There was a break in the 40 days and 40 nights of rain here, so I did make it to Busy Boy's football game on Saturday, but Busy D.'s soccer game was canceled.
Football went well, but a crucial player got hurt (hello, football team parents, I see you), my dad's Prius broke down in the parking lot (difficult to get help with those), I dumped a Diet Coke in my purse and I think I left 4 dollars on the counter at Starbuck's.
Thus, I've concluded that spending hours on end in the bleachers at volleyball (hello, volleyball team parents, I see you) is much safer and cheaper for everyone.
Speaking of Busy Boy, he goes on his high school visit day tomorrow.
Busy Boy will be in high school next year.
When I started blogging on this blog (what? I'm getting mileage out of this word) in 2003, he was younger than Busy D, is now.
He's going to high school next year, and Busy Girl will be half way through.
That oughta give me something to blog about on this blog.
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