Dirt

I'm taking a quick break from my holiday chores to dish the dirt on the weekend.

Friday night Bill and I attended a high school basketball game.  Possibly the last game we will ever see Lex cheer at, as the season is nearing a close.  Lex still insists that she will not be trying out for next year, so it was a tender experience for us all.
Just kidding.

The game was excellent.  We were playing our nearest and dearest in-town rivals, at their school.
The crowds - large, security -  tight, the game -  intense.  The perfect storm.

Shilo even wore her special shirt, sold at LHS for this very occasion.  Ingenious, I say.

(LT - Legend Titans.  My little pony - Pondo Mustangs.  In case you were wondering)

(And since I'm talking dirt, I pulled this shirt out of the hamper to take a picture.  Thus the wrinkles.)

The thrill of victory tinged only briefly with feeling bad that a nice young man, a senior, from our ward, was a starting player on the opposing team.  It was his final home game.  Ever.  I'm not heartless, my feelings were genuine.  But that overwhelming sense of excitement at the win was... well... overwhelming.

Saturday was full to the brim with this, that and the other.  I made food for and attended a bridal shower for a young woman who was one of MY young women (I have never liked it when others have referred to YW they served in YW as "my YW," but for lack of a better expression, and a brain taking a President's Day holiday, it's all I've got).  The third marriage {already} among those ladies.  I still clearly remember a Sunday a few years back in our Laurel class, discussing the topic of marriage.  Several of the girls left in tears, worried about finding Mr. Right.  Their one-and-only.  Ah, the good ol' days.

I had signed us all up to help the Parker Task Force collect donations for the food bank, so thankfully, Bill and the girls managed it without me while I was busy showering.  Afterwards, Bill and Mar squeezed in a quick bike-ride to try out her birthday present.  From a month-and-a-half ago.

Sunday, Sunday, so good to me.  

(I just had one teeny tiny meltdown, that's all.)

And since this is a three-day weekend, I have an extra day.  To do chores.  Yippee.  And since I'm dishing dirt, I'll shamelessly share my project for today:

A virtual I-Spy on my basement table.  Can you find:

 a picture of Britt, useless dishwasher accessories, a table runner, scripture bag, and lid...

 ...a food processor, about 4 years old, used maybe three times...

...quilting fabric in disarray (okay, so that's hiding behind the table)...

 ...lidless labeled containers, spilling over with stuff...

 ...Christmas file folders, cheer yard sign, Stake Conference bulletin, ribbon with dots...

...and on the floor:  remnants from Mar's birthday party, 20 questions game, gift bags, and {another} cheer sign...

My only relief:  the beginnings of order.

And my cleaning companion:

Mar's little pony.  Lucky me.

So that's the dirt.
I am cluttered, unorganized, and messy.  But {hopefully} not for long.