This is old news by now but I had to say something about it. The US women's soccer team (yes, soccer dangit) made an unbelievable comeback against Brazil.
Overcoming horrible officiating by Australian referee Jacqui Melksham (bad enough that in my opinion she should be rebuked, reviewed or something else) the US team were down a women from the 65th minute on. Not to mention the questionable call on the penalty kick and the ridiculous call on the penalty that started the whole thing.
They tied it in the latest minute ever in the history of the women's World Cup and I want to say the men's as well but I don't know that for a fact.
And then they won it on penalty kicks with Hope Solo (what an awesome name) making a save that proved the difference. What a game! I watched most of it starting from the midpoint of the first half. I love these girls. Ladies. Women. Whatever we're supposed to refer to them as. I love them.
Last minute goal saves the day
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Digging up the past to move on
Tonight I have begun packing up my stuff to get ready to move. But not yet ready to move to seminary, but back into my ex's house. Just temporarily until the end of August when I make the final move out of town.
I know, it is weird. An odd situation. But, we have become friends and he is trying to help me out. Help keep me from paying some rent, and since I still have quite a bit of stuff still at his house, it will make it easier to sort through everything. I can go from one big pile instead of a couple of different ones. Easier to move and easier to make sure I get all of my stuff (finally) out of his place.
What a wild ride this has been. And the end is an example of the entire ride. Moving back in with my ex. Not to mention how much time we have been spending together. As friends mind you, but still. We both detect the old feelings, the love, the loss, the friendship, what we had, what we lost, what might have been. A tinge bittersweet no doubt. But all in all positive.
And that is a selfish view for me. I get to experience this and then leave and go off into the great unknown that will be seminary.
I admit there is a part of me that will always stay with my ex. And there is a part of me, deep down, that hopes more can come in the future.
That is getting way ahead of the game. My focus is obvious and needs to be crystal clear.
The next few weeks are building up to something big.
And I cannot wait.
I know, it is weird. An odd situation. But, we have become friends and he is trying to help me out. Help keep me from paying some rent, and since I still have quite a bit of stuff still at his house, it will make it easier to sort through everything. I can go from one big pile instead of a couple of different ones. Easier to move and easier to make sure I get all of my stuff (finally) out of his place.
What a wild ride this has been. And the end is an example of the entire ride. Moving back in with my ex. Not to mention how much time we have been spending together. As friends mind you, but still. We both detect the old feelings, the love, the loss, the friendship, what we had, what we lost, what might have been. A tinge bittersweet no doubt. But all in all positive.
And that is a selfish view for me. I get to experience this and then leave and go off into the great unknown that will be seminary.
I admit there is a part of me that will always stay with my ex. And there is a part of me, deep down, that hopes more can come in the future.
That is getting way ahead of the game. My focus is obvious and needs to be crystal clear.
The next few weeks are building up to something big.
And I cannot wait.
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