My friend just got back from her trip to Amsterdam, south africa. and climbing that mountain... what was it called again, not everest, Kilimanjaro! She actually made it. She was such a sweetheart she brought me back a vuvuzela. It's that horn thing that they were blaring at the FIFA World Cup in South Africa. Apprently it's super loud. It's not like I need anything else to make me loud, but I thought it was an awesome gift.
I was going to blare it at volleyball tonight but I didn't... I really wanted to, and normally I don't shy away from these opportunities, but maybe I'm maturing... lol. Next week I'm rocking it loud and proud!!! haa haa.
Had some great volleyball games tonight. I'm definitely not young any more. I find myself using some "veteran" moves in order to score. I mean I can still hit the odd ball down but the pain in the knees right now isn't so good. Just had an ice pack on it for a while. I guess it's inevitable that as we age we'll never be like we were when we were younger. However I still believe I can get back into better shape and hopefully be a little lighter on my toes. To be honest though, I think I go to volleyball just to socialize. I enjoy hanging with my team as well as talking to all the other teams too. Always a blast.
I've been thinking about one thing lately that I'm not going to discuss.... yet. I'm not sure what to think, if anything at all. Maybe one day I'll find out life's little answers. I'll promise to share when I do.
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