"Don't knock the weather. If it didn't change once in a while, nine out of ten people couldn't start a conversation."

Before........................................After

Ahhh...that poor lonkey. Personally I liked that name better than llamadonkey, but whatever. It was it was actually quite painful for me to watch it being beaten in such a vicious manner. I mean, I realized upon filling it with candy that it's demise would come one way and one way only, but sheesh...brutal is the only word for it I think. Pinkie and Josh should never be allowed near fire pokers and shovels again. I thought the wood floor was doomed for sure. This because we had nowhere in the house to hang the thing up, and it was too heavy for me to hold up for very long. So we put it on the floor and it was tall enough that we could hit it like that. A very fitting ending to a birthday week. That said...new subject.
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So tennis has been coming along nicely. I was just reading Duckling's blog of things that have happened recently, and was thinking, "oh yeah, I was there, how come I haven't written about that?" So a lot of this is repeated, but whatever. I realized I haven't written about tennis since before we stopped being terrible. Now we're only mediocre. We were actually forced into being better when Aaron and Brett came along and started playing by the rules. We learned to play doubles, which was a nice change. Generally we run around for 2 hours, and because it's so hot we end up running through the sprinklers, or--more likely--whining about just how hot it is and how it's just too taxing on us to play tennis in such hot weather. Such a day was the 4th when we played at dear old BHS, my ever so delightful "Used to Be" high school. Only it was pretty nice because they had the sprinklers on over by the portion of the field where the pole vaulters usually are, which instead it held those big football training things you push. I know, I've wowed you with my abilities of description, but I have no idea what to call the things. They happened to be sitting in the midst of the running sprinklers, and because in sweltering weather sprinklers beg to be run through, and we happened to need no begging, thus happened to be right there next to them soaking wet...we decided to see if we could move them. I stood on one, and Duckling came running at me full speed and moved one maybe a centimeter. I did the same and moved it not at all. She got off and I tried again...still it moved not at all. It was a pretty sad (sad as in pathetic) moment, which I guess was the cue for all of the football players from previous years, who prior to this point had been standing over on the track, to come over and show us up. Which they did; good for them. We just continued running through the sprinklers, then commenced playing tennis. It took all of 5 minutes for me to completely dry off in that heat. Man the weather has been crazy this summer. I don't like humidity with my heat thank you very much.

Before that point I went on a donut run due to me not being able to lift my arms from weakness, and then proceeded to eat three of the dozen on the spot. Needless to say, I wasn't feeling so well when the tennis playing was over, though I felt great during. Several other things happened throughout my off week, none of which I feel like expounding upon more than I already have. I got completely fried though. Just call me bacon.