from now i will be in college station, seated in kyle field, watching the aggies trounce the lumberjacks.six hours from now, i will be on a mad dash of housecleaning detail.
as soon as i'm done with this post (hopefully...i've been saying as soon as i'm done with this for the past five hours), i will be typing up a powerpoint presentation for my father.
i scared my nephew this morning. he wandered over to the swimming pool to come within a foot of the edge. my brother, my sister-in-law and i kept saying no. he kept ignoring us. and when he got to the edge, without showing any intention of stopping, i shouted no as i jumped up, crossed over the patio to snatch him up. he started crying. i don't like it when i make him cry. i do that a lot. i feel like sludge. and then my brother and sister-in-law snapped at me for scaring him, that he needs to learn to listen, which makes me feel even more like sludge.
there's a guy i've been talking to for a couple of months. we talked for a bit last year, met once, talked about meeting some more, but that never happened. and then we stopped talking. and then two months ago, we start talking again. and that's all we've done. email. for two months. i don't understand why this is.
football's so much easier to understand. and i can't mess that up. i just stand there watching people get hit (preferably the ags are doing the hitting) and yell aaaaaaa!!! as loud as i can and wave a white towel around and around overhead. sounds silly? like it serves no purpose? watch this.
i can't wait for saturday to get here.
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"football's so much easier to understand. and i can't mess that up."
i get this. i really do.
cw
I think you did exactly the right thing with your nephew. If he got scared, then he'll remember better. They should not have gotten mad, they should have thanked you!
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