Thursday, April 26, 2007
The other day I had my first match. It was Saturday morning, and I returned home about 12noon. I casually walked in the house, and Hubby immediately asked how the match had gone. "Double bagel." (which means 6-0, 6-0 for those not too familiar with the game) Hubby glanced at me for a moment, and then said, "Sorry you lost."
"Lost?! What made you think we lost without winning one game?" He realized his error rather quickly and spent a great deal of time backtracking and hopelessly trying to cover up the continual foot in mouth disease. I know he expected me to come in doing the chicken noodle dance by winning so decidedly, but it's hard to be too enthusiastic when one of your opponents is still trying to figure it all out.
He did figure it out though - the next match my only response was "3 and 2," (meaning 6-3, 6-2), and he had enough sense to assume we had won.
Hubby and I did play mixed doubles together the other day - first time in years. He actually didn't say anything too terrible, but he did almost bean me with his serve one time. How awful, one might think, if he had hit my back while I waited at the net for the service return. But then, par for the course, would have been my thought. He did actually get me one time before, but Restless' physician hubby was there at that time to make sure I wasn't too damaged!
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
The campus ministers had a service of remembrance and hope this morning here at UNCG. The house was packed (even media), and fortunately God was with us so that people found the service meaningful. One of my colleagues, Zach, wrote a reflection that you must read. They are words we need to hear
Monday, April 16, 2007
A couple women behind me (who were about my mom's age) started talking about the good looks of several of the tennis players. Then they decided that entire Spanish contingent was really hot. I decided to chime in at that point. "Especially Feliciano Lopez," I added. "I haven't minded watching him play at all!"
Then from behind me I heard a voice, "Talking about the hot Spanish players again?" I turned to see Hubby holding popcorn, and then rolled my eyes.
"What makes you think that?"
"You had a particular grin on your face." I rolled my eyes again and let my fellow waiters know that this man was Hubby. Hubby laughed.
"I swear I didn't start the conversation. I just joined in." And throughout the afternoon, anytime I took the binoculars during Lopez's match, Hubby started laughing again. You'd think a women's bathroom line would be a safe place to talk.
Monday, April 09, 2007
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
When I was in high school, most the girls I knew took home ec. I didn't want to waste my time - I wanted to get all the AP courses I could and besides, surely someone else would cook and sew for me. But we all know what happens to our best plans.
I have learned to cook (fairly well, I think) over the years. I can follow directions, and I do love my cookbooks. Sewing has been a different story. I still save hems and buttons for my mom. Mom has taught Princess to sew. She even bought her a sewing machine for her birthday last August. I have quite a collection of pillows now.
Last Friday I reached a crisis with the window covering in our guest room. The cheap blind (which came with the house) had finally fallen apart. I went to the discount bed and bath store (Anna's Linens) but could not see anything at all that I liked. A fabric store was right next door, so I walked in and immediately saw the perfect fabric. How hard could it be to make a basic panel? I bought the material I thought I needed and had them point out the correct thread. I had Princess thread the machine later that day. And then while she spent the next day Geocaching with the Girl Scouts, I had a pleasant day of sewing. Well, perhaps except for the carpal tunnel, the couple desperate phone calls to a student who sews and a friend who was carting around 3 feuding girls all day, a flung bobbin or two (who the heck ever named those ridiculous things bobbins?), a flung instruction book, and a few choice words mumbled here and there.
And didn't it turn out well? (and please, never look too closely when you come to the house)