We are nearing the end of our second and final week of holidays for the summer. We spent this second week at home just hanging out. The girls had some appointments - Ginny got her four year shots finally (there were a few tears but she did pretty good) and Jorja had her seven year doctor check-up and dentist check-up (no cavities!! - given my dental history, that is monumental).
We've also watched a lot of the Olympics. Julie and I both love watching the Olympics and the girls really got into it this year too. They would go outside and play on the trampoline and play Olympics. They did running events around the edge of it, as well as swimming. They did diving by doing various jumping routines. It was quite entertaining to watch and listen to. Jorja shows her patriotic spirit and always represents Canada. Ginny would apparently defect for whoever is winning. She was representing China for most of the games, but has now switched to the USA as they are in the lead for medals. Somehow they were both able to both win gold medals in all their events though. Yesterday I overheard Jorja say, "Maybe someone else should win a medal now. How about the Netherlands?" I'm not sure where that came from, but it's nice to see she thinks everyone should win something. However she does have some competitiveness in her. She was asking where Canada was in the total medal standings today and I told her twelfth. She got a funny look on her face. "That's pretty good, isn't it?" I said. She scrunched up her nose, shook her head and said "No." Oh well.
The other day we had an interesting breakfast. The girls were all having cereal. Jorja and Ginny were almost done, and fooling around. In the process, they spilled most of Ginny's milk all over the table. I was not impressed. I told them they were now done breakfast and that they should just go wash up. As I was going to get a rag to wipe up their spill, CeCe decided to throw her entire bowlful of milk onto the floor. Wow, unimpressed does not begin to explain how I felt at that moment. There was some corner time after that. The funny thing is that that night CeCe brought me a book to read her. It's about a baby bear asking his Mom about how much she loved him. On the second page, the little bear asked, "Will you still love me even if a make a great big mess?" How fitting. The mother bear still loved her little bear and so did I.
I do a lot on my iPhone. Texting, surfing the web, facebook. I really am becoming addicted to the autocorrect function it has. I will find myself typing on the computer and pausing after I know I've made a typo waiting for the correct word to pop up. It doesn't and I realize I will have to correct it myself. Or I'll be typing and come to the end of a sentence and just double space. When you double space on the iPhone, it puts a period in for you and capitalizes the next letter. Very handy, but it makes typing on the computer very annoying. Can't Microsoft just know what I want to do? Is that too much to ask?
I am typing this tonight on the eve of my fortieth birthday. I don't really think I feel forty. Well, I guess I don't know how that feels yet. I don't think it bothers me either - I guess we'll see tomorrow. Other than the fact that I've got less hair on my head and more in my nose and ears and on my shoulders and back, I feel pretty good. I had my yearly physical a little while ago, and I think I am in better health than I have been in most of my adult life. I don't smoke anymore. I have a healthy weight now. My blood sugar levels are good. My bad cholesterol is low. My good cholesterol is high. My blood pressure is medicated, but under control. And I asked my family doc when my physicals had to get a little more personal and she said not till I'm 50, unless I have trouble. Woot woot!
We're having a party tomorrow - I think about 20 people will be here, so it should be a good time. For the last time as a thirty-something year old, later.