After five straight hours of baseball, my twins cinched the all-star championship yesterday. WOOHOO!
And guess what!? Their all-star coach didn't play them out in left field like their regular season coach. He played them at short stop and first base. AND, as if that didn't give me enough braggedy ann rights, he also alternated them at pitcher. I have photographic evidence which I will now present to you, but first, allow me to preface the evidence by saying that I had to run to the car to get my mom a chair so I handed the camera to my eyeball rolling 14-year-old, who was sitting in the bleachers, and said, "Snap some shots, will ya!"
What's that old adage again? What goes around comes around?
What's that other old adage again? Nani nani boo boo?
While I'm in braggedy ann mode . . . can I just say that one of my twins hit a home run in his all-star championship game and the other one hit a walk-off. (Basically that means he hit the game winning run.)
On the female front, after five (informal) tennis matches my daughter won the junior varsity tennis championship at Lone Peak high school. WOOHOO! (My ex-door neighbor Martha would be so gosh darn proud.)
Still just saying.
Would I exhaust anyone if I switched from sports to books? Anyone? Anyone? Sandi? Can you follow along without getting winded?
I only ask because yesterday I promised I would talk about my lessons learned from Mennonite in a Little Black Dress, which is a charming memoir written by Rhoda Janzen, who chooses not to follow the Mennonite path, instead becoming an academic and marrying a super hot, super moody, intellectual who eventually leaves her for a guy named Bob from gay.com.
That's where the story begins--with Janzen picking up the pieces of her life and going back to her Mennonite community to spend some time with her parents and contemplate her life.
It's one of those books you enjoy picking up and reading in bits and pieces when you're sitting in the car waiting for your son to finish basketball practice or you're twiddling your thumbs in the waiting room at the dentist office, but it's even better in big chunks while you're waiting for your kids to finish having a blast at Lagoon.
There are several great aha! moments in this memoir, but, so as not to give you whiplash, (I'm thoughtful that way) I will tell you about my favorite two tomorrow. Okeedokee?
p.s. My guests left today so I promise I will stop pretending to clean my house and feed my children and start reading your blogs again.
After my nap.
And my Young Women camp party.
And my trek family party.
And my 4th of July party.
And after I poke my eyes out.