Time Capsule
Lack of opportunity and lack of motivation have created a backlog of blog posts. So here is the condensed version of all the ones I’d have been posting in the last month had I been more diligent.
I have the annual pass to seaworld so when the Saczynskis came to town, Ella and I went with them. Shannon met us for dinner after work. But the day was spent with them, in a crowded park, on a somewhat hot day, and fun was had by most.
Next up, Ella using chopsticks at Thai Thai. No food was actually consumed in the manner seen here.
When we moved here, my sister in law Cherie was about 5 months pregnant. I’m sure there were some downsides to having another family living with you at that season of your life, but God does work things out with timing and all, and I think we were able to help more than hinder. I certainly hope. Cherie is a woman of action, and waiting around for a baby to be born isn’t her idea of fun, so in the last few weeks she went out of her way to keep her mind occupied. Here is a woman 40 weeks 2 days pregnant, using her bowling form to gently poke fun at a girl in the lane beside us who was on a date and was obsessed with “not looking silly.” Ok, on second thought…i’m not posting that photo.
Anyway, here is the end result of that hot mess. Levi Alan Shropshire, a tiny and cute boy.
At some point during this last basketball season, I told my husband I didn’t want to go to a Magic game. Under any circumstances, I just did not want to attend one, I would not enjoy myself and he would not enjoy himself as much as he would if he was with someone who actually wanted to be there. So one evening Shannon says “find a sitter, we’re going out tonight. dress comfortably.” I did not suspect. Not even for a minute.
Where do I find myself? Yes. At a game for watching the Magics do the basketball thing.
I found it more entertaining to watch the txting war going on in the seat in front of me between the teenage boy and 3 girls he was apparently involved with in various forms. But he was trying to end one of the relationships because she was too much drama, and she should go back to the guy (his friend?) she was originally with, because they were a better fit and he couldn’t take her constant crying for attention. Based on the txts, thats what I gathered anyway.
I think it is completely invisible from this photo. But the truck above had a Vermont license plate that read….”Burritos”.
I can only imagine the kind of explanation that man might have.