Friday whuh? Oh, yeah, Fragments

Friday Fragments are brought to you courtesy of the lovely Mrs. 4444 at Half Past Kissin' Time, where you should go look for other juicy bits of randomness.

My mind is especially fragmented today. This morning, I was so bleary, I went downstairs to get Beta socks ('cause the ones I had already dug out for her were too tight, she said) and opened up the storage freezer and looked blankly inside until I remembered I was downstairs for socks; after I came back up (with the socks), I had difficulty filling the girls' thermoses with ice water (OK, the cold water is in the fridge, and the ice is in the freezer....)

When you're trying to walk 10,000 steps/day, it is not advisable to walk 5,000 steps one day and 15,ooo steps the next. 'Nuff said.

Bowling is not like riding a bike. I helped chaperone Alpha's class trip to the bowling alley the other day, and since I had no place to go afterwards (the parents met the kids there; we didn't ride on the bus), I stayed and bowled a line. Once upon a time, I had an average in the 140s or so. I bowled an 84. That was still almost twice what Alpha bowled, though, so I guess if we went as a family, it wouldn't be totally embarrassing.

My right arm is killing me, and I don't know if it's because I slept on it or because of the aforementioned bowling adventure, or both.

Isn't it a wonderful feeling when our kids reflect our values? No matter how trivial they are? Monday was the Indians' home opener, and Alpha was interested – not only because of the stop at DQ on the way home from school and the ballpark food I served for dinner (I even managed to spot cotton candy on a run to Targét!), but in the game itself. When I found myself explaining to her the difference between a wild pitch and passed ball, I couldn't help but thinking, Ha! We did make a fan out of her!

I posted pictures of fog on (Wordless) Wednesday. We've had gorgeous weather here the past two weeks, and do I have any pictures of it? No-ooo. And we're supposed to get cruddy weather for the weekend. Oh, joy.

The Ultimate Blog Party has been a lot of fun, but I think my laundry (and, more importantly, the people who have to wear it!) will be quite glad for the end of it!