Well, the season is nearly half way through. The Cavaliers are mid-table. We've had a bad run of injuries. Any given game we've had between 2 and 4 players either injured or away. I think we can beat any other team on our day, but it's hard without a full team.
I'm coaching this year as well as playing. It's not ideal, but I'm enjoying it. I think I'm doing some good things, but there's a lot I still have to learn. Still, I get to play myself as much as I want!
Today
3 wees
1 poo
2 accidents
Matthew, looking into the potty - "Mummy, I did a poo. And it's a big one!"
Saturday night had been long planned. We'd pencilled the day in my mother's diary so she'd remember. We reminded her all week. We told Matthew he was going to sleep over Saturday night at Nana and Grandad's. He was all excited. So it wasn't like we didn't know it was going to be a free evening.
We dropped Matthew off about 5.30pm, came home and got changed for our big night out. A nice seafood meal, perhaps a glass of wine, then coffee and a movie. It sounded good. We'd already started yawning.
The image of fresh, lightly cooked seafood, candles, a glass of chardonnay, hands touching across the table was quickly blown away by a stormy night, flourescent lighting, a family resturant, deep fried batter and coke. Still we had the night ahead of us!
Except we'd already left the resturant by 7.30pm, and the movie didn't start till 8.45pm, and it was cold and wet and windy, and did I mention the yawning? We went home. We did stop off for some ice-cream at the supermarket. Don't ever say we don't experience the wild side from time to time. We were in bed by 9pm. And it felt wonderful.
Sunday morning we did go for brunch. We giggled and made up stories about the others in the cafe. There was a party across from us - early 20's. One guy and eight girls. And another girl joined half way through. So let me repeat that, one guy and nine girls. We both had different theories about the make-up of said party.
Deb
"It's a group of friends having lunch together. They do it most Sunday's. It's a girl thing. One of the girls brought her boyfriend along cause he slept over, but he's not really part of it. And he looks really hungover."
Mike
"Oh man, that's amazing! One guy and NINE girls. I bet it's like he finally has to choose one of them. This is the moment where they all realise nine is too many, and he has to choose one. Or maybe they're all happy with a party of ten? He looks so exhausted and drained walking across the room - it must really take it out of you. Oh look! One of the girls is feeding him with her fork across the table!"
The blueberry pancakes for brunch were yummy!
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My Life in 12 Point Font
Journal of a Writing Man
Some Jingle Jangle Morning
The Last Girl Scout
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Journallife.com
Window to my Soul
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Yesterday's Makeup
Fifteen Milliliters
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