And they're off!

We are headin out to Washington today to get Tyson goin on his internship! I will return on Monday alone and forgotten. Well, hopefully not forgotten but definitely alone :-(

Have a great weekend everyone!!!

Overestimation

Occasionally in our marriages I think we can overestimate the abilities of our spouse. We like to think the best of them and we sometimes forget what they really can and cant do. I believe this can result in episodes of what I like to call Spousal Inflation Syndrome (SIS). This should not be confused with Spousal Expansion Syndrome (SES) which is when one or both spouses is afflicted with rapid weight gain in the months following the wedding.

Anyway, Tyson and I had an unfortunate case of SIS immediately following our matinee of Iron Man today (good movie by the way). See, Tyson and I like to play a game of catch or Frisbee on occasion and although I can throw fairly well I suddenly become horrifically uncoordinated when I have to catch.

Like, really bad.

Well, Tyson either forgot about this disability of mine, or had significantly improved my skills in his mind (SIS in action) when he tossed my water bottle at me.

There were three reasons why I could never have caught the bottle

1) I had just walked out of the bathroom and was caught off guard.

2) He tossed it really high in the air which really is the worst scenario for a successful catch for me. He said he did it to give me more time to get it. I know this works for people with skills, but this is me we're talkin about.

3) The lights in the hallway of the theater were positioned perfectly so that they shone right in my eyes, effectively blinding me while I was looking up.

Results:

I reached my hands in the air mentally projecting the trajectory in my mind since I couldn't really see and made the catch attempt.

I missed.

And I missed in such a way that the bottle mystically evaded my stretched out hands and arms and clocked me right in the forehead.

Hard.

Really hard.

And there were witnesses.

I of course shrieked then ran from the theater, avoiding all eye contact with those who saw, while clutching my forehead and moaning that I could already feel the lump forming. I tried to get a good picture of it but it wasn't really showing up so well. There was for sure a lump though! Albeit a small one. So I got a pic of the water bottle for you instead. Well, not the water bottle but it was Dasani and looked just like this one. It was the very bottom edge that hit me otherwise I totally would not have been such a baby about it. Those bottles are hard!

And for the record Tyson says that I throw better than any girl he knows and he plays co-ed softball (I do not). I also know that I throw a Frisbee better than he does... most of the time.

Please pray and fast for...

My friend Jillian and her daughter Katelynn. Katelynn is a sweet 3-year-old girl who is in the hospital right now and is very ill. Her kidneys are shutting down, she can't breathe, and she keeps getting worse and the doctors aren't sure why. She is heavily sedated and the doctors are going to start dialysis tomorrow. Jillian is an amazing woman who has faith in the Lord and faith in prayers and fasting, as do I. I know most of you don't know them but if you could please keep them and their family (did I mention that Jillian is an amazing woman with TRIPLETS??) in your prayers right now I know it would help.
Love you all,
Mari

Waitin for Lost

So Tyson and I were killing time while we waited for Lost to fill our DVR. We like to fast forward through all the commercials. Tyson was being all cute taking a few self portraits and I ... well, I am what I am.

Sorry about the little patch of back-skin showing. I didn't realize how glaringly obvious my immodesty was.

Take me out to the ball game!

So last night the weather was warm, the sun was out, the grass was freshly cut and it was a perfect night for a ball game. And what do you know! Tyson just happened to have a softball game scheduled that night.

Here's a shot of the field all empty and waiting for some players.

Hey, there's a player now! It's my cute love putting his cleats on.

Here I am! Notice that I have that look in my eye as if I don't want my picture taken and yet I took this picture myself. Heh heh.

Okay so game time right!? ... Um, hello?... Game... time...?

Well, turns out the other team didn't have enough guys show up to play so it was an automatic forfeit. In other words... WE WIN!!! HOORAY!

The Next Day

So, lets give this another try. Lucky for us, Tyson had another softball game scheduled for tonight, you know, since he won that one last night and all.

GOOOOOO BAAAAAAABE!!!!

It was about this point that I got distracted by the beautiful sky behind the game. Maybe it's a good omen for our team!

There's my guy in the blue shorts far far away looking all casual after making an amazing catch to get a guy on the other team out. I was especially proud because all the wives on the sidelines cheered for that one. See, we pay attention!

And to really prove that I pay attention I keep score every game. Notice how close the game was, but who won? Allow me to explain the method to my madness. The little 1 next to the A means that the "away" team went first. each dash is a run, and the little squiggly in the upper left corner is where my pen ran out of ink.

So typically the Home team is Tyson's team, well because he lives in my home, and the Away team is the other team, our enemies. Unfortunately at some point when the teams were tied I forgot what I was doing and marked the other team's score on the Home team side.

So yeah, you guessed it. Tyson's team lost by one agonizing run. Dang!
Maybe he'll feel better if I buy him some peanuts and cracker jacks? Or maybe that will just make me feel better, ah well, either way!

The Shirt

I was going through my closet looking for something to wear when I found this shirt hidden in the back.

Cute shirt huh? Bet you're wondering why its hidden in the back of my closet.

Well, I'll tell ya.

The last time I wore this shirt (and by last I mean the most recent time AND the very last time) was in February of this year. Now I had no business wearing this shirt in the dead of winter with its short sleeves and all but I thought it was cute and I had just gotten it for Christmas! Anyway, I had worn it all day and kept it on when I went to my friend's wedding reception. Tyson and I were enjoying ourselves what with eating the wedding food and mingling with other guests... Okay, truth. We actually didn't really know anyone there besides the bride and so we were standing in a hallway sipping lemon water wondering how soon we could leave without being impolite.

And that's when the unthinkable happened.

The mother of the bride, who (whom?) I knew, saw me and came over to say hi. As she left she leaned forward, patted my stomach, and winked at me with that "knowing" look in her eye. Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but it seems like the only people who get their stomachs patted and who get that look are pregnant women. I don't meant to state the obvious but I was not, and am not preggo.

What could I do!? What should I say!?

I was speechless so I just smiled back at her and silently cursed that 5th piece of pizza that I clearly should not have eaten. I grabbed my coat, buttoned it up to my chin then looked around for the bride wondering if I should silently make my escape or say goodbye before I left. Well, I did find her and explained the "situation" so that she wouldn't think I had gotten pregnant without telling her. That led into a whole other conversation of humiliation where I unbuttoned my coat to show her the shirt and everyone had a good laugh but me.

So, to make a long story short we eventually got out of there and I went home and did 500 crunches as I burned the shirt. Ok, not really about burning the shirt... or the crunches.

The shirt remains in the back of my closet.

So I've been thinking...

And I know this is a scary and dangerous thing. What I've been thinking is that I kinda want to get my hair cut. Now, I've been growing my hair out for like 5 years so this is a huge decision, and one that I would rather not take lightly. So I started looking on the internet for pictures of styles that I like and ran across a program that lets you load a picture of yourself and try lots of different hairstyles and colors. Have you seen those? Well pshh. I can definitely do that stuff on my own! I don't need to pay for some program to do it for me!

First things first I need to find a good picture...

Ack! No! Not this one. Yikes.

Okay this is better. I appreciate that it is more um, recent if you will.

Okay! Lets get started.

I'll give her some bangs and a new short do....

Alrighty then. Looks like a helmet. And believe me it would totally look like a helmet in real life too. So I'm gonna say that's a no on that one.

Lets go a slightly different direction...

Maybe a little longer with a side-swept bang.

Hey, not bad! That actually turned out kinda nice.

We could even add a little more length to it and see what it looks like.

Yeah, I like it!

Maybe I would like being a blond?

Ooh!

Or something a little more funky...

Nice, it definitely brings out my eyes.

How about one of those cute pixie haircuts?
That could really be nice...

Or not.

Yeah, that's really not so good.

At this point Tyson wandered over and wanted to see what I was doing. He told me that if you outline your face it makes you look like a cartoon. Maybe that only works for some people. I'm pretty sure what I actually look like is a drag queen.

Well, I would say that was really successful! If you would like me to give you some great ideas for a new do, feel free to send me your picture, I'd be happy to do it. As a bonus I will definitely outline your face in black so you look like a cartoon!

If I actually cut my hair I'll be sure to show you all!