Sick of Mitch

I have nothing new to post, but I'm sick of the old post. Went to lunch with Holly today to celebrate her birthday which was two weeks ago, but she was gone to a blogging bash and couldn't go and so we went today. Holly is interesting.

She really likes Diet Coke. If the restaurant you go to has Diet Pepsi she will drink half of both glasses but not all of one glass. Though she didn't say a word, I think it was a comment on Diet Pepsi, which is basically of the devil if you are a true DC-aholic which she and I are.

I am preparing for the hoards to descend upon the house tomorrow. How can I be eager and fearful all at once?  They scare me a little when they come all together, all at once, all crazy and loud. They make me nervous and anxious and itchy. I sometimes wonder if she is really flesh of my flesh. Daughter basically is not like me in any way. Chaos reigns supreme in her life and every day is stuffed with activities and overlapping plans from morn to eve. But I will try to keep calm and not get too nervous. They make me nervous!!

D'backs won again last night. It was very exciting. Roberts hit a grand slam. They play again tomorrow afternoon. I too am afraid to watch, Sheryl. I want them to win so much. Prayers again? It's OK to pray for baseball, I'm sure. It's a worthy cause.

Rick is choking again. He chokes sometimes when he eats. Especially when I fix him something really nice or something he doesn't like. It's weird how he chokes at both extremes. He also chokes when we go to nice restaurants or someone's house for a special meal. He can eat junk food--chips, cookies, ice cream, and all forms of junk--all day. Never chokes. He makes me nervous.