Pain and Suffering

Yesterday, I played in my first soccer game in a little over four years. When my friend Stacie called I thought,"sure I will come play" and subconsciously I thought,"yeah I still got it!" -Famous Last words. The game started, and for a second I had to make sure I was at the right place. The field was a lot bigger (a lot bigger), the ball hurt when it hit me, my lungs burned, we had no subs and the little old ladies I pictured on the other team weren't so little and weren't so old. They were out for blood. They weren't here for a friendly game of soccer they were here to kick some one's Ace. And I will tell you what they did a great job w/ mine (I made it easy for them, I stood still and prayed for death). When I knew my body couldn' t take it any longer, I looked up at the score board sure this beating couldn't last much longer.................I began to weep when the clock still had 9:41 left to play in the first half. You know you are in trouble when all you can think about is the ball going out (a tough feat, by the way, in indoor soccer). I spent the next half of the game thinking of ways to gracefully exit the field. Sprained ankle. Broken leg. Diarrhea. Heart attack -this one would be the most believable as to the fact that my face was bright red and I was having difficulty breathing................and oh the pain I was in severe pain, not just in my left arm, but everywhere. When the game was over, Carver said to me in the car,"Mom you didn't play very well." I said,"no I didn't play that well, but I did pretty good for a girl who couldn't sub out due to the fact that she was suffering from a sprained ankle, broken leg, a bad case of diarrhea and a heart attack." Old ladies league........ yeah right! Feel free to comment on your own pain and suffering due to old ladies leagues, sports, or whatever you need to get off your chest.

****I have a few readers who think that my first picture I posted was a little blurry (like a Bigfoot picture), so I posted another one that is a little less blurry below, but you can still tell that it is me.

A FAIRY TALE FULL OF LOVE

Yesterday, Princess Kelli really wanted to show her kids and prince how much she loves them. She spent all morning baking a really complicated chicken broccoli casserole..........Boy did that take it out of her! But , -her five little angels (counting prince Chad in there) are worth all of the physical and emotional strain that this casserole takes out of her. She stuck the casserole in the oven to bake. She called Prince Chad to let him know dinner will be ready when he dashes through the front door of the castle. Sounds like a fairy tale? Life at the Booth's palace, it usually is. Princess Kelli turned the oven off and took a little trip to Salt Lake. She knew the royal children would be so excited when they got off the bus and came home to the smell of a great chicken casserole. Like all fairy tales, they have an ending and Princess Kelli's ended at about four o'clock when Carver called to tell her that the palace stunk really bad and that there was a very, very black casserole burning in the oven (the oven was on). Minor detail. Does this happen in fairy tales? Princess Kelli quickly ran through her mind all the pictures of fairy tales and she can vaguely remember Snow White burning the dwarf's toast now and then, and didn't Sleeping Beauty sleep right through the buzzer on the spaghetti sauce? ----------She thought so. (Princess Kelli doesn't want to bring up the fact that Cinderella arrived home after parties w/out essential clothing items. Princess Kelli is above that, and doesn't want any rumors starting).


Above is a picture of what princess Kelli's casserole looked like @ the end of the story. And below is a picture of what the royal family had for dinner.

Fairy tales end, but the good thing is another one can start tomorrow.....................hopefully one that doesn't call for Princess Kelli cooking chicken broccoli casserole!

DETECTIVE WORK

My grandpa Carver was a brilliant detective. In his basement he had lots of photo albums filled w/ pictures and newspaper clippings about all of the crimes he had solved. Growing up, as his granddaughter, I took notes and paid attention when he offered his wisdom and secrets to solving cases. Here is what I learned from him. First, survey the crime scene to look for clues:

Second, create a list of possible suspects: Chad, Carver, Taylor, Zachary, Tanner.

And last but, not least try to link the suspect to the scene of the crime.

HOt Pink Ink!!

So about a month ago my printer ran out of ink for like the gazillionth time in the last six months. I got new ink cartridges. No big deal right? Well, ever since no matter what color you want it to print it always printed in hot pink. The kids color printouts..............Hot pink! Kelli's all so important "to do" lists..........Hot pink! Chad's Church lessons..........Hot pink! Everything has been hot pink around here. Until friday when the ink ran out..................Until yesterday when I bought a new ink cartridge. Back to black. -----------------That is until I printed today and pressed the printing color selections..................And I found it, that great hot pink of the eighties or in printing terms HOT MAGENTA!! Why did I do it? Just for old times' sake................ just to make me smile.............just to remember how fun it was to send a bill in Hot Pink............. Just to remember life is more fun in color. Have a great day!