Air Max

Those are my brand new, spankin' hot (what?) basketball shoes. They are probably one of the most comfortable pair of shoes I have ever worn in my years of playing basketball. My former basketball shoes, which were pink because they supported breast cancer, gave me major blood blisters in my big toe and I'll tell you they were not pretty. At a point I couldn't run around barefoot; I was too embarrassed to show my toes, even though I don't care what others think. They were just that hideous to look at.

My performance when playing is so much better with these babies than the old ones. My favorite part is that they squeak when you run down the court, which makes you sound so professional. It shows that they're real basketball shoes, not fakes, which is what my pinkies were. 

I've been playing summer ball on two teams. One is a team that is my age, and the other is a sixth grade team. The 5th grade one is good. Although most of the players don't have much experience, the ones that do have experience make the game much more interesting. I would say that I'm an experienced player, but that's just me. I don't know what others think about me. Anyhow, our record so far is 2-1. We've won two and lost one to a very talented team. I think we're a pretty good team. However, the sixth grade team isn't all that amazing. We've lost the two games we've already played. Hopefully we'll beat the next team. Wish us luck!

Hopefully I can get a few videos of me playing (or ballin' the court, as my siblings say) in another post. Stay tuned.

♥ Abigail ♥

2 Tens and 3 Ones

Although I look terrible in every single one of those pictures, my 22-year-old sister Meredith--oh wait, she's 23 now, isn't she?--looks like a hottie. Even though we're 11 years apart, we love making each other laugh all the time. For example, we were making Kraft Macaroni & Cheese, and two of the ingredients to put in were milk and margarine butter. So we began saying "milk and margarine!" in scary accents. If you had been there, it would have been pretty hilarious.

Meredith is my hottie sister (obviously) who graduated from nursing school at BSU. She played on a soccer scholarship there until she tore her ACL (a ligament in your knee) for the second time. Then she medically retired from soccer. In her spare time she likes to model (you should see some of the pictures she has of her in her modeling gigs) and blog. You can see her amazing blog here. 

I love it when Meredith comes to town. She loves to cuddle with me while we watch Pride & Prejudice on the 42" HDTV. We always make jokes about certain people. Our most recent joke is about this guy. We love to have our share of Diet Coke and Pepsi. We also love making those boys drop to the ground because of our beauty (well, at least she does). I love her!

And now she's one year older today. 23's a good age, sis. Enjoy it while you have it. You're just as young as the day before, even though the 2 went up one today. You'll still have those boys staring when you pass by. 23 is pretty awesome. Adulthood rocks! I love you, Mer. Stay forever young.

♥ Abigail ♥

P.S. We attack at dawn. 

This is for all of my Boise friends.

Yes, he certainly does.

And so do I.

I love you and miss you LOTS, Boise people!

♥ Abigail ♥

Waka Waka

Being the child in the family that is usually on her computer while everyone else watches TV, it's surprising to see that I actually tune in on the World Cup. I like watching the players fake the goalkeeper out and kick in a perfect goal. It's amazing that there's actually talent like that in this world. 

I'm not a huge soccer player; I played for three years, and then I got started with basketball. My parents also didn't want to pay all that cash for club soccer, which is another reason I quit in second grade, the year before I'd have to play club. Today you can keep playing a basic league after third grade, but back then things were different.

The games are so unpredictable. You have no idea what they're going to do, so you're anxious as the players kick the ball down the huge field. The horns blowing in the stands, the cheering, the anxiety in the air is all so exciting to me. It's incredible how a game can be so nerve racking. 

Secretly I support Argentina, but of course I have to cheer on the USA. I mean, I'm a citizen of the United States. Wouldn't it be a little disrespectful to discourage the team's territory I live on? (If that made any sense.)

I especially enjoyed the song Shakira sang at the opening performance: Waka Waka, which obviously explains the title above. It has good lyrics that shows South Africa's culture. I am a picky music listener, and this song is definitely a plus on my list.

On another note, go Celtics!

♥ Abigail ♥


P.S. If you ever try the Template Designer, think before you apply it to your blog! It's almost impossible to remove the template. If you are having problems removing your template, let me know in a comment and I will give you specific instructions on how to get rid of those dumb templates! 

The Invention of Contacts

Do you notice anything different about me (besides that zit on my nose)?

Of course you can't, because you can't see the difference.

The difference is this:

Instead of wearing those sexy pink and brown glasses and having people notice that I have bad eyes, I have lenses that help me see, and people can't even see it.

Wonderful.

Although putting these lenses in is WAY harder than just slipping glasses on, I like that I don't have to feel it. I feel like my old self again, not a care in the world about bad eyes, perfect vision. I feel like my eyes magically became amazing over the night.

I like that feeling.

Hello contacts. Goodbye, glasses. Good to have known you this past year.

♥ Abigail ♥