I think I picked the wrong focus for this week. I haven’t done a lick of Spanish, but I’ve managed everything else that was on my list of possibilities, and then some other things I hadn’t even thought of. Like Dave Ramsey’s Financial Peace University. I did not expect to be spending so much time listening to it! But he and his wit and wisdom have sucked me into his world of financial peace, and I have to know what he thinks about everything! Social security. 401K’s. My outfit for tomorrow. Oh, Dave! Tell me what you think!!!
In leuiw…lue…loo (whatever) of my failure, I’m going ignore the nagging guilt and talk about racquetball. I’m actually copying this from an email I sent to someone earlier today.
I have to admit, tennis and I are not friends. One of the reasons I like racquetball so much is that I feel it’s the more likable cousin of the racquet sports family. For one, you’re in an air conditioned area. I hate being hot, and the sun likes to annoy the crap out of me by being perpetually in my eyes so I can’t see the tennis ball. And it makes me sweat like a man. Then there’s the whole containment thing. In tennis, chasing the ball all over the park is sad…and trust me, my skills require that I chase the ball more than I hit it. In racquetball, however, you need only to walk a few steps to retrieve the ball…in an air conditioned area! (That’s my favorite part. Can you tell?) And then there’s that wonderful “Wa!” noise the racquetball makes when you hit it just right. I call those little blue racquetballs Wally for this very reason.
Tada! De Facto Elle reigns supreme today! I don’t even feel bad…that’s how much she reigns.
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