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Once again, I have managed to baffle the crap out of myself by looking through my blog drafts. There are hundreds of blog drafts and each time I open one, it’s like jumping through the looking glass and finding myself in a labyrinth that is equal parts Hogwarts, Narnia, and Middle Earth. But like, if all of those places has been horribly mangled in a Nurti-Ninja and then laid out to dry on the surface of the sun.

I only had the courage to open one draft and it was titled “The adventures of and Walter”. Who the hell is Walter? I don’t know who Walter is. Walter is a complete stranger to me and this has led me to believe that Walter was a once imaginary friend that I have eternal sunshine-d out of my memory. What did you do to me imaginary friend Walter that was so bad that I had to erase you from my memory? Did you eat the last breakfast taco? I bet it was that.

And now Captain Thoughtful has reminded me that “Walter” was what I named a My Little Pony that I was going to carry around with me and take pictures with, but never actually did.

I’m not sure which scenario is worse to be honest.

I happen to be a pretty superstitious person. There was the day my Mom had surgery and I took especial care not to step on a crack so as not to break her back. There was last Baylor football season when we went undefeated well into the season and I wore the same shirt every game day – even wearing it to my best friend’s bridal shower (hidden under a dress).

So, you can imagine my confusion when it comes to picking out a shirt for the US match against Belgium tomorrow. You see, I’m not sure I can wear what I wore during our last match – I mean, we lost, but also we made it out of the group of death. That seems like pretty murky territory when it comes to luck. But, I don’t think I can wear what we wore for the match against Portugal because we drew. The worst part? I can’t remember what I was wearing the day we played Ghana and won. I had spent the night before in the hospital with Grammy and the whole day is a blur.

Thoughts? Should I take a chance on a new shirt?

Also, my husband informed me yesterday that at the first World Cup ever, the US beat Belgium. This seems like a good omen. But it makes it all the more CRUCIAL I choose the right shirt for the match tomorrow. Any advice would be appreciated.

#IBelieveThatWeWillWin …….#IfIWearTheRightShirt

So, if someone were to believe that they were cursed, what would you suggest to break said curse? I’m asking for a friend.

That same friend would also like to know how one might get paid to be a ghost hunter.

Any ideas would be appreciated! I mean, I’m assuming they would be appreciated, I can’t say for sure because it’s not me, it’s my friend. But I can ask her if she appreciates your ideas and let you know.

I met up with a bunch of friends on Sunday to watch the US match against Portugal. I was feeling excited because we beat Ghana (and we never had before) but also nervous because Portugal…(Ronaldo). So, when we scored our second goal for the lead, I couldn’t help but leap up from my seat – what I failed to take into account in my celebration was the table that was directly in my way. I am now sporting a very large and unsightly bruise on my leg because AMERICA.

If that isn’t patriotism then I don’t know what is.

Of course, Portugal tied it up in the final seconds. I think my bruise hurts a little more because of that, but my spirit remains unbroken.

I BELIVE!

Sometimes, when I am in a crowded place, I think about starting to chant “Quack. Quack. Quack.” ala Mighty Ducks style just to quickly identify “my people” in the crowd.

Grammy fell and broke her hip last Thursday, but she is recuperating nicely and is expected to heal up completely. I spent the night with her at the hospital on Saturday. She was in typical Grammy form.

Grammy: Oh honey, I’m sorry. I think I’m moonshining you. 

Me: Grammy, I think you mean mooning me. 

Grammy: Well, it’s something to do with moons. 

Me: I wouldn’t say no to some moonshine though, if you had it handy. 

Grammy: I’m all out sweetheart. 

One day when I was 11, my family was sitting around in the living room of our cottage just chatting and relaxing. My Uncle Tom had gotten up and gone to the bathroom which was very close to the room we were all sitting in. It had gotten a bit quiet when we heard him yell from the bathroom “Corn?! When did I eat corn?”

I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants. Now, every time I eat corn I think of that and smile. And I always will.

Thanks again for all your support these last couple weeks. I hope when you eat corn, you’ll think of this story. My Uncle Tom would have LOVED that. 🙂

http://www.gofundme.com/9toif4

The past several days have been awful. But your kind words and positive thoughts meant the world to me. I read and re-read every one and it was like being wrapped in a warm blanket on a cold day.

I love you all. Thank you!

It doesn’t feel right to laugh and be funny right now, but it doesn’t feel right not to either. Especially because my family has lost two people who made us all laugh a lot. So, I’m going to try and get back to being funny soon and I hope you will laugh with me – for them.

If anyone is in a position to help, please go here: http://www.gofundme.com/9toif4

A truly horrible and tragic thing happened to my family this weekend. If you pray, please pray. If you send happy thoughts, please send happy thoughts. We could use all the prayers and thoughts you’ve got.

Also, if you could do one more thing for me – can you please tell everyone who means anything to you how much you love them and how thankful you are that they are in your life? We don’t say it enough. I guess we’re worried about being cheesy or too emotional. Don’t be, that’s silly. Tell them. Tell them often.

So, I saw Godzilla last weekend and I LOVED IT. Which is confusing, because Godzilla is basically a dinosaur. And I am afraid of dinosaurs, right?

Except, I don’t think I am anymore. Or aliens.

Holy guacamole y’all. I think I’m growing up. My new fears are mercury poisoning and that my carbon monoxide detector will fail.

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME?

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