Game Time

Well, it's the beginning of the fourth quarter here at the Johnson's and Travis is ever so busy studying his play books (school books), just trying to win this game (midterms)! 

He's memorizing each play individually and so far that's allowed us pull ahead during these last three quarters, but there can always be game changers in the last quarter, like having all your receivers blocked when you need them open ( brain farts in the testing center), getting knocked out cold by a line-backer (having your body give in to unconsciousness because you're so tired), or throwing a beautiful pass you're confident on... only to have it intercepted and ran for an opposing touchdown (thinking you aced an exam only to find out you got blown away) 

Travis always tells me he stopped playing football because he was too little, but seems to me like he's playing right now. And as of lately he's been playing his game like a star quarterback. Go get 'em in the fourth quarter Trav! Just remember there's a sweet and beloved prize at the end of a winning game: the dumping of the Gatoraid... or in our case- A trip to Germany, so just hang in there! 

And this time you don't have to wear a name tag!

 And so for a report on today: I think we have officially fallen into a routine; something that I was hoping we would find so much so we could start to feel settled. But now that we've found it, I find it hard to blog for fear that you will read the same things ever couple of days :) More swimming, more cleaning, more language lessons, and more pics of Maddix with in the four walls of our apt. Now I'm almost feeling like we don't have enough time to be creative and spontaneous......... ha ha just kidding, we have LOADS of time (the beauty of being a stay at home mom). Oh dear, what am I saying? I'm not even sure. It's late. I'm trying to stay up with Travis so he doesn't have to study alone and I'm sure I'll regret saving the blog until this late again when I read over it in the morning and find errors and lots of rambling. 

So to wrap up, I guess my point is what's wrong with women? Huh? Why can't we ever be satisfied? When we're happy, we want more... to keep moving forward. When life's moving forward... it's just moving TOO fast. When our hair is long we would kill for a pixi cut and vise versa. When we're being rude, sometimes we're not even mad. When we're sad most the time there's no good reason. . . . 

What's wrong with us women? 

Sometimes when I look like this on the outside:

I Really feel like THIS on the inside:

And I get the feeling most the time it's due to THIS:

Okay, I'm falling asleep. G'night.