Spring Break Sluggard

I've been negligent in writing in my blog this week. Part of the problem is I'm on spring break, and I tend to become a slacker when I'm on break. One thing that I learned during my GATE training is that "the busier you are, the more you're able to do." Ironic, huh? In a sensical world the opposite should be true. But I definitely feel this in my own life. When I'm working full time (which is about nine months out of the year), I tend to get caught up in the routine of work, after school activities, small group, grading, homework, etc., and actually find myself setting aside time to do special activities such as playing games with the kids (we still do Monopoly Wednesdays) or hanging out with a friend. But when I'm on break, time just spans expansively in front of me, and I slow down to the pace of a sluggard.

Today Clint and I went "disc golfing." Disc golfing follows the same rules as regular golf, except for instead of smacking a golf ball with a club, you're throwing a special frisbee, aiming for a "disc catcher." The disc catcher looks like a basket made from chains and is above the ground at about waist level. Everything else is pretty much the same as golf; you have nine so-called holes, and each "hole" has a par that you are trying to make. And, similar to golf, you have a driver disc and a putter disc. The driver is for long distance, and the putter is for accuracy. Clint played this game when he was in Rancho Sordo Mudo, and he was eager to try it out with me and the kids. He was happy to learn that we actually have a disc golf course about 15 minutes from our house. The park we went to was HUGE, and their disc golf course was awesome, although I don't have much basis for comparison. The game was a lot of fun, even though I just watched for the first half (I was fighting a headache).

After disc golfing, I was on the hunt for a new swimsuit. The weather here is already beginning to get warm, so me and my friend Sarah decided that we might take the kids to the beach this Friday before we're back to work. The "might" is because she just had her gallbladder removed yesterday, so we're not sure yet if she's going to feel up to a beach trip by this Friday. Anyway, I've had the same bathing suits for the last couple of years, so I decided it was time to treat myself to a new one. Unfortunately my shopping venture produced nothing--I didn't even try a single one on, because they were all just "blah." It's okay though...I've already worn the same bikini for years now; what's one more day?

Clint bought a waffle maker today and made us the thickest, most delicious waffles for a "breakfast dinner." I hope this purchase isn't just a novelty thing, because I love these waffles!

Time to play Monopoly. By the way, we're still on the same game that we began last month, and the current stats of our game are as follows: Clint and I are getting the crap kicked out of us. Trinity has one hotel and three houses on the remainder of her properties, and Elijah has three houses on all of his properties. Hopefully this next round will put us out of our misery.