Boy, do I pout a lot. I pouted after we lost to Virginia weekend before last... I didn't even post about it, I was so disgruntled. I didn't listen to sports radio or read the sports section for a week. But I am glad to be able to say that I did get over it before we played (and beat!) Miami... I guess I am a faithful fan, after all. Just one who's prone to pouting!
I also pouted after seeing Harry Potter because of the places where the screenplay varied from the books. I don't deal with change well. I still say it wouldn't have killed them to find Fudge a lime green bowler, but I have to admit I was whiny. It was a good movie, and I had fun.
I must also confess to pouting that I didn't get to watch the game, but rather had to listen to it on the radio. Even though I LOVE hearing Wes's commentary on 790 The Zone, I wish I could have seen some of the catches and plays that I keep hearing about. But, it was fun to hang out at home with the in-laws (we don't have ESPN so we had to listen on the radio) and put together a puzzle, play with playdough and listen to the game. Sometimes I can be more guilty than even most men are about putting football over family. Oops.
Speaking of playdough, there's another thing I used to pout over as a kid. My mother never let me mix playdough colors. It was probably wise, since I would have had a big, brown lump pretty quickly. Still, it's nice to be an adult and mix colors. The 4 packs come with the primary colors (plus white) for a reason, folks! My mother-in-law and I both highly enjoyed making green, orange and even brown (I made a little football ornament for the Christmas tree). Apparently she too, was never allowed to mix colors as a kid. I guess there are some things that make adulthood (bills, stress, declining health, etc.) worthwhile.
I think the one thing that happened this weekend that was hard (or didn't go according to my wants/expectations) that I didn't pout over was the viewing and funeral. It was so hard to let go, but God has given me the grace to praise Him for Jesus' triumph over death that we can all have faith in, as opposed to pouting that I have to say goodbye to a man who was like a grandfather to me.
Now I have to go do housework. Laundry, dishes, bathroom (ugh). I guess I can still pout as long as I'm accomplishing something!
(because everyone likes getting letters in the mail)
Friends in the 21st Century
- The Kotroni, partners in crime
- Tony, coworker & brother from another mother
- Sam, our crazy British friend, and his lovely wife, Laura!
- Jason at Vandy: coworker and patriot
- Gaines & Allison, the culprits who got me started on blogging
- Impertinent, yet very Pertinent, thoughts from Sarah Marie
- Patricia & Jamil: their lives in a city called Atlanta
- In exile (and much missed), The Butcher Clan
- The Bowling Six: coolest family blog ever!
2 comments:
I never knew the pleasure was denied to some...
Mixing play-doh was my first introduction to color theory as a kid...along with watercolor sets.
Well, I'm just glad you get to experience this joy now!
I was indeed allowed to mix watercolors... and come to think of it, most of the little wells ended up various shades of brown fairly quickly. Hm. Oh well.
We should have a playdough party sometime! Or better yet, have a cookie-making party! I have a recipe for cookie dough that looks and feels very much like playdough (although it tastes nothing like it, thank goodness! :) and bakes up with the colors still bright.
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