faceballs

So, I'm starting labor day weekend by resting on the couch. My dad won't like this, but I took a pretty solid soccer ball to the face in the weekly La Conner community soccer match last night. A 180lb dude tried to send the ball down the field while I, unfortunately, was standing in the way. I've taken many a ball to the noggin in my time, which probably explains a few things, but this one was particularly memorable. The thing blasted me square in the face like it was shot out of a firehouse. If you're a guy, picture ten angry ex-girlfriends coordinating their smacks across your face in an attempt to ensure perfect distribution of angry ex-girlfriend force to every inch of your kisser. Now pretend they've all been working out with Blaze from American Gladiators for a year. Or maybe the crazy intense fitness trainer lady from Biggest Loser. You know how that would sting? That's sort of how it felt.

Anyway, I didn't black out or anything but I definitely saw stars for the first time in my life and felt pretty woozy and spacey afterward. Brain wasn't firing quite right either. I remember saying something like "Yep, I are got the accident prone," to one of my buddies. Yep, probably a mild concussion.

But not to worry Dad, I'm constructing sentences so I'm fine today. And in a weird way grateful for the fantastic excuse to veg out on a rainy Saturday.

Vegging means doing nothing but trying to figure out how I can get my friends to come ski with us this winter and occasionally playing with my dog. Sean has to work this weekend so we're delaying our Labor Day plans 'till after Monday, but we'll be spending 3 days backpacking in the North Cascades starting on Tuesday. If the weather cooperates it should be a gorgeous trip...stay tuned for pictures. We're going with a couple who prides themselves on cooking gourmet backcountry meals. They outright volunteered to do all the dinner cooking. I don't really know why. I just know that Sean and I, who are only responsible for bringing Jack Daniel's and chocolate, are darn lucky to have friends like this.

So Happy Labor Day Weekend! Here's hoping you don't get a soccer ball to your face!