MS' high school soccer team had a tournament over the weekend. They came back with a record of 1-2-1. All of the teams are from much larger schools, and 2 of them are private schools. The last team they played is a very large private school whose kids play year round together in club soccer. I'm not a soccer mom; in fact, the other moms would laugh at me when I would say something. They are very patient with me and explain the rules. Speaking of the rules (specifically the penalties), I have no clue about what constitutes a penalty. I'm very convinced that they are very objective, and it just depends on if the referee wants to call it or not. Very confusing! The team spent the night at the location of the tournament on Friday night. We went down Saturday morning for the final 2 games. When we saw MS that morning, my husband asked if MS had shaved his head again. I told him that when he left the house Friday morning, he hadn't. Guess they got bored Friday night and shaved his head! Good thing he looks good with it! During the last game, he appeared to have a collision with a teammate. From where we were sitting, it looked like they hit heads. Thank goodness MS just got kicked in the head! We could hear the collision in the stands, on the other side of the field, but I think it was just their shin guards hitting. It brought back a memory of him getting a concussion 3 years ago by hitting his head getting in the van. We were running late for school, and I was
So, I went to Mass yesterday in a monsoon! It wasn't raining when I left the house, but by the time I got to church it was pouring and the wind was terrible. Some of the things I love about this parish is that it's geared toward younger people, so there are guitars and great music. I love the formality of the Catholic Mass, but also that at this parish, everything is laid back. During the prayer intentions, the lector reads the intentions, then opens it up to any that parishioners have. There seemed to be an awful lot yesterday morning, complete with someone appreciating Catholic congressmen who stood up in support of the health care reform. (I couldn't bring myself to say, "Lord, hear our prayer" after that one!) Then, a couple of minutes later, someone said something about the other side. Seriously? We're going to do this here, during Mass? I heard a lot of murmurs after that. I really think Father needs to do away with opening up the intentions. Most of the people who say something are the same ones who say the same things (which could be added to the list that the lector reads), and some of them are really for personal intentions which should be said to themselves.
The Vols lost a close one yesterday. It wasn't a good weekend for the basketball teams, but the guys got farther than they ever had, and almost made it to the Final Four.
This being my birthday & all (29 yet again!), I'm going to leave you with a picture of me with a birthday cake my mom made me a few years ago: