Same Ol', Same Ol'

I have no idea why I continue to let people in on my weakness. I should be ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated, but instead I'm going to look at it in the following positives:

I'm glad I don't have OCD. I'm even happier that Steven doesn't have OCD. I'm glad I can take a swig of that Coke Zero after I snap the photo. I'm still an okay person because I recycle and shop with reusable bags. I'm happy that I still have all the Broncos cups I hunted down after our previous game at Mile High. I'm glad my purse holds the record for most crap carried around on a single shoulder every day. I'm glad I can smile at the thought of Jeni showing Jason this picture and imagining his disgust . I'm glad the sun is shining because I know it's hitting my tulip bulbs that are showing leaves (HOORAY!) I'm grateful to the inventor of the ball point pen because heaven knows I wouldn't have the patience to dip the fountain pen in ink every five seconds to write on all those papers. Btw, the feather on the fountain pen would also drive me crazy. I'm glad the pantry is behind me so I can get sidetracked by food when I begin to dejunk the counter of interest. I'm happy to have all that scratch paper handy in case I get a phone call that requires me to quickly jot down important information, like where mini vanilla wafers are on sale. I'm glad I just wasted one minute of your time to provide you with nothing other than trite and useless information.

Team Lightening

To one seven-year-old, there is no better birthday party than that spent with a team of cousins. The creation and organization of the renowned Team Lightening came about in Grandpa's backyard a while back, as older cousins battled younger cousins in what Brooks describes as two-hand-tackle football. A meaningful definition of this football style can only be understood to the adolescent minds of Poll lineage. It has something to do with two hands when there's "alot of mud" and tackle when there's "a little or not any mud, Mom." Of course, Brooksie explains it to me like it shouldn't be that difficult to comprehend. All I know is that his perception of "a little mud" is a far cry from mine when it's time to do laundry, but back to the birthday subject I go...

Brooks could hardly wait for his Team Lightening sleepover last weekend (wakeover would be more appropriate since little sleep took place.) I decided that posting an excessive amount of pictures is better than any drawn out narrative I could provide:

Shirt making in progress:

Team Lightening shirts make you better at trampoline basketball:

LOTS of pool & MJ music...LOTS and LOTS
With lots of root beer in a bottle. Never would've guessed this would be so cool...More trampoline dunking:

B.T.

Bartender, aka Isaac:

And that, my friends, is the stuff life is made of...

We love you Brooks T.!!! Thanks for making every day worth living, seriously!