Thoughts On Bubbles and Ice Cream

James and I practiced some volleyball stuff outside today. The weather was incredibly beautiful in spite of the gloomy yesterday. I've found that I do not jump right when I spike. My feet go out in front of me instead of behind me. My approach is all wrong too. I'm trying so hard to figure it out; maybe I'll get it soon.

The sun made it warm and comfortable in our house today. Instead of having to warm up with hot chocolate I had a glass of my special recipe chocolate milk. I always say, more chocolate syrup doesn't make chocolate milk taste better. My only regret is not using a straw. And I wonder (dangerous, I know) why did parents never let us blow bubbles in our milk? I guess one good reason would be because it's not good manners. Why eat at home if you can't have any fun while you're at it? So now that I'm older and know something about manners, can I blow bubbles in my milk?

Bubbles and milk bring me to another thought. Eating ice cream out of the carton. You know, not those little pint things, but the almost half-gallon ones! I've always wanted to eat right out of the carton. The only problem I encountered was that it might melt quickly because I'm not going to eat it all. Are you shocked at my self restraint? My solution to the problem is eat it with friends. Wanna go?

Sometimes I just don't understand my consumer math book. There are some problems just stump me on the set-up. It's mostly easy so far otherwise.

We started our yearly Christmas list Word document. You can tell that Christmas is near because of all the retailers bombarding you with adds to get your money. Meanwhile you can hear Mr. Sinatra on the radio soothing you into Christmas cheer. I love Christmas. I'm especially thankful that Jesus came. That's what Christmas is all about. Don't forget.