Dodge Ball

Hi sweet friends! Before I deliver my philosophical "take" on the game of Dodge Ball, I have to jump up and down and say, "I sewed today! I sewed today! With the MACHINE and everything!" I decided that the hearts we had hung on the Christmas tree were too sweet to hide in the ornament box all year, so today I made some bias tape and hung them up. I know . . . big whoop. But, really I had to PIN and IRON and FOLD and zip along with the machine. So, it's a finished object, isn't it? Please say yes.

Here's the bead garland I found at JoAnn's for a sparky price of just $5.00. I really do need to sew the bunting I've been planning because I LOVE hanging stuff around my house!

Kelli, Bryan, Birdie and Bug came over for naps today because they had two house showings. Miss Sam came, too. She is such a good little bambino. She is happy, smiley, strong, and she smells like heaven is going to smell!

Now, Friday we (the staff at school) had an email that asked if we'd be willing to play Dodge Ball (teachers against administrators) at the "rah rah!" assembly that was going to occur during our planning time. Seriously? Dodge Ball? We've been showing the kids videos about bullying and talking to them about building community. Why would we play Dodge Ball in front of them? I believe only MEAN people are good at Dodge Ball. When I was a kid, I had to play so much Dodge Ball at school. Everyone lines up, even numbers on each side of the line, and when the whistle blows everyone tries to grab a ball off the line and throw it at someone so that the person who is hit must step out of the game. You know, the last person left means the other team won, unless there is only one person left on the other side, too (highly unlikely!) I HATED this game. I wasn't intimidated by my peers until we played this ridiculous game. I believe that getting hit in the head so many times cause my A.D.D. Well, maybe not but I really don't get why people think this is fun. One of my teammates (young, athletic, former P.E. teacher) said she LOVES the game and when she taught P.E. she had the kids play it all the time. She went on to tell me how it ISN'T a game only mean people are good at . . . . blah.blah.blah. I still believe it IS an ugly way for people to play and I'm sticking to it. I asked my girls what they thought. They hated it, too. They are not afraid of much, but they hated this aggressive "let me show you how cool I am" game. Sometimes I just shake my head at the mixed messages we send to kids. For now, I shall continue to love them with every ounce of conviction in my Dodge Ball phobic little heart. I didn't go to the assembly. Fridays are my Coffee Talk day with my friends Melissa and Tom. Coffee Talk was much better for my soul.
Oh, I am SORE because I am getting older and my muscles are stiff. When I get up in the morning, I want to say, "Oil can! Oil can!" because I am so stiff. I think it's the cold. Brrrr. Have a wonderful week. I hold you in my mind and heart.