Sports and everything else
Gabby once again reminded me that Baseball is just a game. It doesn't matter who wins, but it does matter how well they played. Hmm... pretty stout advice from a little pipsqueak. Yes, Houston lost and life goes on. Gabby goes back to watching cartoons (actually she never stopped), and I go back to washing my lucky jersey again. Maaaaaybe next year. Ugh. My beloved team who I couldn't watch through the playoffs went down in the final game of the final series. I'm proud of them. I'm proud of them like I am proud of Gabby when she skates. She doesn't always win, but she goes on the ice and comes off the ice like a champion. She cheers on all the other girls and she loves it when they cheer for her. It's a good thing to see that in kids. We should see more of it in other things.
We had a planning meeting this morning with the Nutcracker Committee. We went down the list of everything that needs to be done and Kim was there to point out what has been done in the past. She's amazing. So organized. Dorothy was there as well. I got to show her Gabby's newly edited videos from Tulsa. She loved them. She pilfered my DVD as a matter of fact. I knew she would. Heh,heh. I hope she shows it to Ms. Margaret and to John.
Oh! Tomorrow we have brunch with Aunt Norma. We are going to the iHop for some flapjacks. Yum! I'll also be taking the dog for a drag. That's my friend Brian's favorite line. Yep, dang dog Misty. I think we'll keep her. Even though she hoped on the table and ate Sally's egg sandwich. By the time Sally turned around, Misty was licking her chops. You don't see the cat doing that. On the other hand, you don't see the cat do much of anything either. EXCEPT, when he gets a wild hair. His eyes dilate and they get BIG...then he gets creepy. I usually knock him upside the head to snap him out of it, or he'll spend the rest of the night stalking and niping at everybody. Cats. Spastic cats. Gotta love them.