I'm tired but a bit happy. Thursday is usually my favorite day of the week, today certainly was. Sometimes I cannot fathom my moods. I'm having to do some cognitive restructuring (new social work term I learned). Telling myself I'm okay, instead of letting the negative thoughts dominate. Today it worked, or my mood was just better for no discernible reason.
I can't believe the Cavs and Spurs are on again. Seems like we just watched that unfair ending to game 3 when LeBron was fouled in the three point area. I had no idea a shooting foul there could get you three free throws. Learn something new everyday. I did admire his restraint in addressing the ref. I'm liking LeBron's fingeroll.
I love, love, love this picture of my boyz at NFL Hall of Fame 2002. Boy19 would never wear a Bills shirt, since that is step-dad's team. He's a Bronco's fan from his birth year in Denver. Jim Kelly was inducted that day and gave his famous "my hero, my soldier, my son, Hunter." His only son born on his birthday was born with a degenerative genetic disorder and outlived his predicted life expectancy of only a few years. Everyone was in tears. But it was about 107 degrees, Boy12 had a nosebleed in the stadium, water cost $4, we had had a harrowing night trying to find a motel room the night before. Did I mention the Hall of Fame is BORING?
I wish I hadn't eaten four huge raisin oatmeal cookies today. My friend Debbie baked them for the Farmer's Market and I was there sharing information about Methamphetamine, and I couldn't resist. However, I did get the last of the local strawberries, and they were amazing.
The last game of Little League regular season is tomorrow night. The end of an era, as this is Little Red's last season.
Has anyone noticed the little descriptor thing on the TV for ESPN says, "hip, Emmy winning scrapbook..." Interesting that scrapbooking has infiltrated a male dominated arena.
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