Trish’s Blog

I’m Bloggin’ From the Recliner!
Current mood: drained

The only problem with this is missing whatever’s on the TV… but how generous of Josh to let me have a crack at the laptop! He luvs me! 

OK, I have nothing to blog about. Hmmmm. Yeah… OK. Writer’s block. A nice cozy (this thing is warm on my legs) piece of technology and I got nothin’.

Well… I played volleyball tonight. I went to the FLC and our team got beat bad by three girls. The level of competition is not so high over there, but the atmosphere is the best and it’s the kids’ favorite gym. They get to run around like banshees and the place is so big that it doesn’t really bother anyone. I went to The Gym afterwards and played three-on-three for a few hours.

Remember that Spanish speaking guy that almost made me cry? He was not on my team tonight. My teammate came in last and got stuck on his team because they were only playing with two. They figured the UT guy could be brought down to our level if he had two girls on his team. It still didn’t do much to slow him down, but we didn’t keep score, so the masacre was endless. I said to my teammate that “Jose” was going to make him cry. He laughed it off, but after a few rounds he said, “How about we keep score and then switch the teams up?” They were making him set and he wasn’t getting a chance to hit. Then, he tried to schmooze me, but I said, “Uh-uh. I’m scared to switch with you.” Finally, there was a certain timbre in his voice that got to me when he said, “You know, I’d like to hit some.” It was a whiney, desperate cry.

So I switched with him and was like the lamb to the slaughter. It wasn’t so bad. My teammate said through the net, “You’re doing well over there.” I said, “I am?!” And he said, “Yeah, he hasn’t yelled at you yet.” I think Jose started to get a clue when my teammate and I switched and when the other guy on our team just walked off the court and out of the gym completely at one point. I survived. Kind of… if you count the pain in my shoulder, the pulled muscle in my crotch, the soreness in my left foot, and my all-around hobble to get myself into this recliner in the first place as survival. (Advil is my friend tonight.) Can you tell how much I like this sport?

So we’re getting rocked by a hail storm on and off tonight. Josh’s mom, the weather junkie, called to let him know that Dallas got rocked by softball-sized hail and San Antone got hit by tennis ball-sized hail and that it was heading our way. He hoped that it would shrink more in size by the time it hit us. I haven’t been able to get up from the chair to check it out. (Did I mention the pain in my other arm?) I can see the lighting flashing through the window that is covered with a giant sticker.

You know, I love that about the mainland… you actually get to see lightning when it’s storming. I didn’t see much of that in Hawaii or California, but lots going on in places between CA and TX, especially AZ and NM. I saw lots of it when we were moving here. I know lightning is something you don’t think is cool when you’re swimming (and they do kick you out of the pool if there are thunderstorms) or exposed outside, but it sure is a cool light show from heaven when you’re sitting on a covered and screened in lanai in the dark waiting for the flashes to come and light everything up.

It makes me wonder who got to design lightning… I mean, I know Heavenly Father created the earth and the universe, but if there are worlds without end, doesn’t that mean more art projects? Does he do them himself, or does he let his children play, too? Think about it… how do we feel when our kids draw something amazing? Don’t we post it on myspace and blog about it? Doesn’t Heavenly Father do the same thing, in a way? A much bigger way, of course.

OK… it’s late. I’m talking bubbles. Feel free to comment. Gonna sign off now. This thing is really hot on my legs, the TV is off, and Josh is probably regretting letting me touch the laptop.

For all of you out there wondering what to write about… just say anything. I just did. So let me hear you holler back now.

trish~*

Posted on April 14th, 2007 by trish
Filed under: Life, vball