It's hot... wah... yeah, yeah, I'm a big whiny baby. But really, it was over 100 today and right now, as I type this it is a sweltering 85 degrees in the house. Now look, it SAYS it is 71 degrees outside but the 2mph wind is NOT helping anyone around here.
The soccer party was great. We set up one ginormous goal and one not-so-ginormous goal and sorta played soccer and alternately collapsed in steaming, sweating lumps on the park grass. It was one of those days at the park... not a cloud in the sky, everyone out flying kites and walking around the lake, a breeze blowing through, just 20 degrees hotter than usual.
Here's my soccer pal Marlene and I with our team of U6/U7s post awards.
Despite the raging heat, Dean lit a massive barbeque and bbq'd burgers. Avery got her soccer trophy and award for Best Kicker. Vi ran around throwing water on everyone and tw-fisted the water guns. Those girls. Later after dragging all 400 lbs of stuff back to Big Blue(our aptly named suburban), we sat in the hot car trying to muster enough energy to drive home. It's just by luck we're not now mummified in the parking lot of Lake Elizabeth.
What did we do when we got home? Well, I'd love to tell you I put on my sweats and went for a five mile run but no... I got naked and then, because you never know what's coming, I put on a sun dress-- strapless so I'd have an excuse to spring the girls from their polyester prison where it seems one could easily develop jungle rot in weather such as this. But then the sun dress was too synthetic and thus too hot so I ran around for the rest of the day in my black cotton boyshorts and a cotton camisole. Vi was just a nudy-booty.
(Here is Vi on a slightly less hot day last week at the Heritage Rose Garden in San Jose where we stopped to lollygag after a doctor's appointment.)
We broke out the white trash, ...er barbeque food- hot dogs and green beans from a can for dinner, supplemented with string cheese. Seriously, all I could come up with. This evening as we lolled about, I read Dean the President's speech given at Notre Dame (psst... I'm Catholic and well, I find the whole thing very interesting- he kinda said "let's agree to disagree because there is more important work to do- let's unite in service"), Dean and I argued about the definitions of Adultery and Fornication(really, you're glad you didn't have to listen to that one), and why abstinence programs don't work.
Then, for a change of pace- we watched "Marley and Me" which is, don't get me wrong, a great little flick but... dang, if you don't want your kids going on an hour long, emotionally cathartic crying jag- DO NOT let them watch this movie. Man, is anything ever as sad as putting the family dog to sleep? Not in the movies, I guess.
We're waiting for it to cool down so we can sleep. The kids are going to sleep great after the crying movie. Dang, maybe I should buy a copy and show them the last few scenes every time they get tired and cranky and they can cry themselves out. Would that be child abuse?
Good night...
(This is Avery-Not-Singing aka Avery-Asleep)
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