here we have snippets from the past 3 weeks:
So.
I’ve been hiding, I guess. Actually, here is how it happened: a few weeks ago I got a letter from my father that hurt my feelings which shouldn’t surprise me as it has occurred off and on for the past 25 years. In fact, we (as in…Adam and I) used to have a rule that whenever I got something in the mail from my Dad I would not open it. Adam would and if it was something that was not hurtful he would give it to me, if not he would toss it. Needless to say, I guess we need to resume that routine because I didn’t see it coming when I should have. So. I felt sorry for myself for about three days. No blogging, emailing, really anything. Then, life took over.
Doc loves cows. Doc, as in the doctor I work with. Every January and February he travels with his grandchildren to cattle shows to CO and TX. This leaves things VERY hectic here on the home front for the other NP and I. Lots of late evenings at the hospital…no time for blogging. Then…I’ve been to three conferences in the midst of all of this too.
All the while, I think geesh…I feel like I have a lot to say but I don’t really know what nor why actually. So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I’m working on a post with the goings ons at the Carters that I’ll post next.
So I suppose the moral of the story is: don’t hurt my feelings.
xoxo
I’m just getting around to writing about our trip to Kearney last week. We started out by watching several basketball games. Our two younger nieces play on the same team and it was nice to actually watch them this year as they are at an age where everyone knew which direction to run on the court and how to dribble, etc. Good times good times.
We then moved on to my nephews games. He plays both JV and Varsity and is very good of course. We just love this picture. We think he is perhaps warming up for a future in ballet maybe (#24).
We then switched gears and watched our niece play her game. She is a senior and headed to state I am sure as they are doing very well this season. She is also still hoping to make it into an ivy league college so we are very proud of her. These kids are so calm, cool and collected on the court. This is something they have learned from their parents. This picture shows this. Becky is shooting at the line and you can’t hardly tell it. No pressure there. It reminds us of her older sister, Jordan at state four years ago (which they won, by the way) where she was at the line (by herself by the way because it was for a technical) in front of hundreds of fans and hit each bucket and did it effortlessly.
Then, one more final game. Our nephew’s varsity game. Yes, at this point we had callused bleacher butt and my sister said suck it up as she does this 96.3% of her life so she is used to it. This game had this ginormous kid…6’10” and only a junior (can’t wait until next year, baby!). I imagined his name was Sven and he was from Switzerland or somewhere like that (they grow them big there, don’t they?) but then I suppose Nebraskans like to say….”that there is a nice, big corn-fed boy”. Whatever that means, like corn will make us big and strong. “Eat your corn John-boy so you can be big and strong like Sven on that basketball team!!!”. I know #11 is a wonderful young man but I just have to put this picture in here to illustrate Sven’s size.
We then headed to my sister’s house where we got to meet Slyther’s replacement (you know, the albino snake that choked on it’s dinner). Well, I guess they were out of albinos so this one isn’t but it is growing well we were told…”up to two mice per feeding now”. They say it like a proud mama and papa would! She named this one Slink. So, okay..I know it doesn’t look that big now but you have to understand our concerns. They are telling us it will get to 4-6 feet long and pretty thick around and the room we sleep in when we visit is just down the hall. This is really bothersome to little ol’ us. And, Calissa, too…I mean, look at her face when she is looking at Slink:
"holy schneikes!"
Finally, a couple of innocent funny little things heard at my sisters house last week:
Delphia
You’ve read many times about me picking on ol’ Philly, my mother’s more well-endowed kitty. Here’s her other one. Yesterday my mom said she just wants to come home. I can tell she is tired and is ready to come home but keeps plugging forward taking care of Pepe. So, here is Miss Delphia for you Mom.
On another kind of funny note (more sad I guess). Our furnace went out this week. It’s new so still under warranty, thank goodness. We have a furnace and a/c unit for each level of the house so the upstairs one was fine just the main level was a little chilly shall I say. About 50 degrees actually. Anyway, we don’t let any of the cats upstairs. All I could think about yesterday was how cold poor Philly must have been. Here he used to be with all of this thick fur and we took him and shaved him bald. At least he had his boots on I guess.
