Speaking of Bridge..

Carolyn and I played DUPLICATE or CONTRACT bridge this weekend, but normally we just play for fun. There’s a HUGE difference which I won’t attempt to explain. You’re welcome.

You know me, you’ve met Carolyn, so here are the other members of our AWESOME crew.

Positive Patty – the Mentor.

Strengths – Finds something positive to say about everything. “You raised me with only 1 trump? Well, that’s 1 they don’t have.”

Weaknesses: Way too NICE to opponents. Complimenting someone on their outfit is not very intimidating.

Mother – the Matriarch.

Strengths – Has been playing bridge for almost 90 years. She’s been there, trumped that.

Weaknesses – Has trouble seeing. Which means she can only set you THREE tricks instead of four.

Vicki – the Newbie.

Strengths – Learns quickly.

Weaknesses – She’s learning from US.

Oh well. Bad bridge is better than no bridge at all.

Holy Sunday

Today is Sunday and I’m in church instead of playing bridge at a local tournament. I take this as a great indicator of how much I’ve grown in my faith over the past year.

I’m not kidding.

Carolyn and I played 3 sessions of bridge over the weekend, came in dead last in two of those, and 7th out of 9 in the other.

I am proud to say that I didn’t cuss out anyone out loud OR in my head. This is a huge improvement.

I’m not kidding.

We met some really nice people. This guy isn’t one of them. Ha Ha. ACTUALLY,  he and his wife were very nice and I liked them DESPITE the fact that they kicked our tail. He only fussed on her once out of five rounds which pretty much puts him in the Husband as Partner Hall of Fame.

I’m not kidding.

Bridge players are not known for their friendliness. It’s competition and most people take it very seriously. I knew going into this weekend that I wouldn’t win, but UNLIKE previous times, that wasn’t a goal. My goal was to have fun. Beyond being kind to the people I meet, I can’t really think of any Kingdom consequence to the game.

This may seem obvious to you, but it’s taken me a long way to figure it out. Even though I lost BIG, I still won. This is a huge praise.

I’m not kidding.

Enjoy your Sunday.

This Blog is on HOLD

I played bridge last night. I PLAYED bridge. At a tournament.

And I came in dead last.

I blame my husband. He wasn’t my partner, but in the last year he hasn’t encouraged me to play at all.

I hereby rededicate myself to bridge. I shall not rest until I am a LIFE MASTER.

Or at least Saturday night when the tournament is over.

By the way, old people cheat.

Conversations

Me: How was it?

MP: It was the BEST day of my life!

Me: So did you miss us at all?

MP: Mmmm, no.

JD: I put MoonPie’s name and our phone number in her backpack, but I left out our address in case it gets stolen.

Me: What are you talking about?

JD: I don’t want the little thieves knowing where we live!

Me: They’re 3rd graders. Are they going to rob us on their bicycles?

I’ve done my part.

I’ve made 32 trips to Target, WalMart, Office Max, Justice and Staples to get the MoonPie all of her supplies for school.

I’ve taken her out to a “last day of summer vacation” celebration dinner.

I’ve ENSURED that she’ll have the cutest toes in the entire third grade.

And I’ve talked her father off the roof.

The rest is up to her.

Conversation

Me: MoonPie’s teacher seemed nice.

JD: I’m starting to freak out about public school.

Me: WHY?

JD: I know private school had cliques, but they were small. There are probably GANGS of kids in public school!

Me: Dude, she’s in 3rd grade. I’m pretty sure the only gangs allowed are Brownies.

Important news about Angelina Jolie

So there’s this blogger, this FAMOUS blogger, who hangs out in Hollywood and writes ugly gossip about celebrities. About a year ago I read that the ad revenue from his site is over $100,000 dollars a MONTH. A few weeks ago, there was a rumor that he’d been offered $10 million dollars for his blog. $10 million dollars for writing snarky gossip about celebrities. He can get that much because of all the “hits” on his website. Sometimes he gets over a million in one day! I guess a lot of people want to hear about celebrities.

Every now and then I’ll get the urge to look over MY stats, to find out how people find there way to this blog. I can see what “keywords” they searched to find this site. Without fail, the number one post that brings people here is a lame one I did about Fergie and the NFL. It might have something to do with the fact Fergie is posing in her underwear.

I apologize for that. I’ve learned my lesson. No amount of money is worth me writing UGLY things about celebrities, or posting photos of them in their lingerie.

I will only post NICE things about fully-CLOTHED celebrities.

This is going to be awesome. I’m pretty sure we can almost live on $100,000 per month.

How to Install a Pool Liner, Part Two

If you have read Part ONE of my “How To” on installing a pool liner, and STILL want to continue, seriously, you should look into counseling. Or at least medication. But if you insist – here’s what’s next.

After you’ve hung the liner, the next step is to vacuum out the air that resides BEHIND the liner. This is supposed to help the liner fit better against the wall and reduce wrinkles. In fact, the instructions say that you shouldn’t begin to fill with water UNTIL all of the wrinkles are gone.

Here’s JD preparing to insert the shop vac hose behind the liner. We have several bags of sand because once you begin filling the pool, the water pulls the liner down and can cause sagging. The sand bags would be put into the shallow end to help hold it in place.

Okay, shop vac is in place with tape around it to create a seal. I’m going to be honest here. Even after DAYS of suction, our liner had wrinkles, DEEP and numerous wrinkles. In fact, if our liner had a face, it would look like this:

It’s true. It’s almost as if we measured wrong or something, like we mistakenly wrote down that our pool is 4 ft deep in the shallow end instead of 3. What’s strange is that LAST time we replaced the liner, it was almost too SMALL. Measuring may have a more important role than first thought.

Whatever. It’s 97 degrees out, so on we went.

Begin filling the pool until it’s about 2 feet deep. This is the point where you put on the bottom drain gasket. I really have no idea what I just said, but it’s what my husband said he did, so there you go. Then put the circulatory gaskets in place. Again, just typing gibberish.

The last step – fill the pool. It took us about four days but we didn’t run the hose 24/7. We did TRY to smooth out the wrinkles a bit, and the weight of the water helped some, but there are wrinkles you could trip over if you aren’t careful. The good news is we didn’t need to use the sand after all. More for the sandbox!

It’s not perfect but it HOLDS WATER! Whoo Hoo. The final test was having a couple of pool professionals check our work, make sure we’re up to code, etc. and so on.

Thus far, we’ve had no complaints.