Day 8: Someone You Love

So, it's hard to want to post my lame pictures after looking at Kim and Chelsea's blogs...then I remember there are only 2 people that look at my pictures and one of them is Kim. I'm not a pro...so deal with it. This is my life. :)

Day 8. Someone you love. I love a lot of people. I am very blessed and am surrounded by people that are very important to me. As the single one, I don't even get to cheat by narrowing it down to the obvious one (the husband) so I'm not going to try.

I got the rare opportunity to spend this 4th of July weekend with some dear friends and then a lot of my extended family, so I was constantly around people I love. Hence the multiple pictures.

Day 3: Clouds. Revisited.

This morning, I looked out the window at work and saw this:

Then I looked the opposite direction and saw some pretty sweet lightning.

Day 7: From a Low Angle

Almost caught up with posting.

So, one of the fun things about my job (and there are lots of them) is that I get to help coach a high school boys basketball team. This spring, we (the youth team) were talking about how all our boys want to do is play basketball, but there aren't a lot of options for high school boys other than their school teams. The YMCA teams and other teams like that only go up to about 14 years old and if you aren't good enough to make your school team, you don't have many options. So, we got together with a few other organizations in the North Omaha area and made our own league.

Most practices I get the entertainment of watching at least one impromptu dunk contest. As soon as the guys saw me taking pictures, another one broke out. ("Miss Tiff, Miss Tiff...take one of me." "Miss Tiff, get me!" "Now Miss Tiff, you know when I'm in the NBA, that's finna* be worth millions...")

Kim always talks about having to take a picture of the naughty things Jace and Jaron do before correcting them...I do the same thing. Except mine is less out of fear that they'll get hurt and more out of fear that someone's mama is going to see and I'll have to explain why I let their baby do such a thing.

*finna...somehow means "going to."
I'm not sure how. (finna = fixing to??)