Heavens to Betsy...

welp... at norabing's insistence I will post. Lord have mercy it's gonna be three miles long though.

I'll work my way backwards from today...
Wednesday July 13, 2004
I'm at my parents- as is the unofficial every other Wednesday custom. Mom had chemo on Monday and she's always pretty sick. I get to their house and am welcomed by a HUGE pile of laundry. The way I figure... how much can three people dirty up? A LOT. I swear my brother must dress in drag. The boy has more clothes than I do. I SWEAR. I am not exaggerating on this one. Name brand too. He's worse than a $2.00 "ho". hee hee

When I am at my parents... it's just different. I clean and cook. And it feels really weird.

On another note... I'M STILL PEELING! Give it up already. I look like a patch work quilt. Geez. The Bahamas left an indelible mark! argh... EDGE is tomorrow. I'm excited because I have a really cool partner helping me with my game. DMac is gonna represent! (ok, side note--> is it old to say "represent"? I feel like it's outta style...)

Tuesday July 12, 2004
Can we say, "BETH IS A CREAM PUFF?" All together now... So three miles later I'm done. I sweat a lot. While I was running my butt off I got to thinking about the summer in apartment with Clara and Nora. HYSTERICAL. That about sums it up. But... Clara sweated profusely too. She would hang her clothes out to dry every day because they were so nasty and it's really hard to wash everyday at LU. Thankfully... I can wash my workout clothes everyday. Ah, blessings.

As I'm watching AL vs NL (all star baseball game)and I have issues. What team do I root for? I really like the Yankees. It goes against everything in me, but I just like 'em. The Rangers are growing on me. I hate the 'Stros. Here's the reason why: people call them "the 'Stros". That's so gay. If you're gonna talk about 'em--- call them the Astros. We don't call the Rangers the "Gers" do we? the Yankees the "Kees". I didn't think so. Therefore the "Stro's" are gay.

Monday July 11, 2004
We whooped EBC-White Oak in softball tonight. The score was 22-2. Here's the scoop. I'm playing with FUMC-White Oak because Kym (MVB's fiance) goes to church there. So, I'm sitting in the dug out sweating buckets-- I mean buckets. No one else is even glistening. I think I have a problem. I am mortified because there are cute guys swarming and I look like a drowned rat attempting to play catcher. Why does this always happen to me? Will I ever be the Whitney Gibson of the world? I see her at Parkeway and just cry because the home chick doesn't sweat. She can make it through a work out with ALL her makeup intact. Mine's gone in 2 seconds. Literally. The front of my shirt has all my make-up on it from me attempting to "dab" my forehead. It's not as bad as last week... I had to ride home from the game between two guys and I smelled worse than they did!

Wednesday July 7, 2004
The BAHAMAS were awesome! Wow. I'm so toasty though. I came to terms with a lot of stuff there. My friend Laura went with me and she's the best traveler ever. Our personalities compliment each other so well. I'll post pics soon.

WYWYWBM #4: She's a world traveling goddess that still wears a cowboy hat and says "Yes ma'am" to the flight attendant.