"If you don't see the book on the shelf, write it." ~ Beverly Cleary
I’ve been really, really wanting burgers lately. Tasty, delicious burgers.
Since Dick’s Drive In isn’t located right outside our front door, Barry has been kind enough to cook me some equally delicious burgers.
Sadly, his most recent experience ended (or had to be moved indoors) after he ran out of propane. I’m lucky because My Man understand the importance of getting the pregnant lady (that’s me!) her meat!!!
Waiting
Waiting for Friday.
Waiting for my next burger.
Waiting for April.
Waiting for next doctor appoitment.
Waiting to read the book that is on my nightstand.
Waiting to see my freshly tanned grandparents.
Waiting
Waiting for that student to finally get ‘it.’
Waiting for my belly to grow.
Waiting for me to be the only one in the lane at the pool.
Waiting for sick-season to pass.
Waiting to hear…
Waiting for the next time I laugh so hard it hurts.
Waiting for inspiration…
Waiting to feel movement.
Waiting
Last Thursday Hannah, Brian, and I met up with my dad to go watch cousin Ross’ football game. He plays outside linebacker for the Everett high school C team. The game went about how I thought it would and the high school football experience from a fan’s perspective was about how I remembered it.
What I had forgotten about were the officiating crews. Back in high school I somehow was able to land a job working on the chain gang for the home C and JV football games at BEHS.
I’m quite certain there are striped jerseys hanging from the gym rafters at the school in honor of our crew’s professionalism and efficiency. Yet, somehow I had forgotten about the chain gang ever being a part of my life.
I wonder if Hannah would be ok with me seeking part time employment as a football official. It is, after all, a tough economic environment and I have past experience to draw from.