I dreamed about John Kraskinski again!

And I really don't spend that much waking time thinking about him. Really!

This time it was a long dream. Pam was pestering him about their future together and I was needling them, "Isn't it great to think about the future?"

Then Michael decided to go on a road trip to a village in the French countryside, the most adorable village, and we all drank wine at an outdoor cafe.

Stop complaining!

When I take my son to baseball, I listen to the other moms, and my goodness they complain a lot! About everything and most especially everyone. How everyone is doing things not the way they think they should be done.

I hate that.

I have to say the moms complain much more than the dads. They also talk more in general, so it may just be their complaints get more air time.

This past game he didn't do as well, he was up twice and struck out both times. But he seemed okay with it. He has low expectations of himself...

Baseball victories

My son had baseball last night, and he's not an aggressive/athletic kid, so usually he holds out for walks. Well, last night he had two walks and also two hits, and he scored two runs, stole a base, did lots of stuff. It was actually fun to watch him play, which is novel to me, normally I am in pain the entire time.

One time he did mess up, he was on second base and started running with no place to go. He managed to get back to the base safely, and then in the silent sort-of-horror that ensued, because it had in fact been a traumatic two-seconds, I hear the coach's voice, loud, clear: "Stay on the base! DON'T MOVE!!"

After the game, and this was his best game ever, he comes running to me, and all he had to say was, "Look, I got snacks!"

My arms ache

I read somewhere about someone who loved what she did so much that it took over her life so she stopped doing it, and now she started it up again on a slower scale. It applied to crafts, but it can apply to so much. I can so much relate to that.

For example, now I'm working on my garden and my arms are so tired and sore that I'm having a tough time typing. Tomorrow at work where I do nothing but talking on the phone and typing is going to be very rough...

Pace yourself...