"It is not the ctitic who counts: not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles or where the doer of deeds could have done better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly, who errs and comes up short again and again, because there is no effort without error or shortcoming, but who knows the great enthusiasms, the great devotions, who spends himself for a worthy cause; who, at best, knows, in the end, the triumph of high achievement, and who, at the worst, if he fails, at least he fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat."

~Theodore Roosevelt

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Swim Party

~If you want to learn to swim jump into the water. On dry land no frame of mind is ever going to help you.
~Bruce Lee

So, I've spent the last six or seven hours getting ready for the preschool swim party tomorrow. Oh, the annual swim party. It can be fun. We took my laptop outside and listened to music on "Pandora Radio." I really like that-it just brings up music like what you like and you can dislike songs and they wont' play again. It's pretty great... except that it quit letting me skip songs :)

I don't mind blowing up the pools... and most of it isn't bad with other people. I have to say water balloons are the worst. I mean, they're fun when you fill up forty and use them yourself. To fill up 500 to watch them disapear in 5 minutes... and then have to clean up all the little pieces forever-not as much. Mostly, my fingers just get sore.

We've been filling balloons, blowing up pools, moving toys, setting up the canopy, sweeping, getting out chairs... not to mention the DVDs with pictures or the summer packets or the food... But I guess it kind of isn't summer without the preschool swim party.
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