Almost a week ago, my world hiccupped as my computer stopped working. The power cord broke. And, as much as I already realize that I love my computer, I have quickly come to see how much I am dependent on it!!

I have ordered a new power cord and adapter, and so I am now running to the mailbox at least three times a day, to see if the electrical package has arrived. I know that all this running backwards and forwards to the mailbox is not very rational, but for some reason, it makes me feel better. The shipping order said that it should have arrived yesterday, so I have already sent an angry e-mail to the shipper. I feel rather bad about doing this, but I am sure I am not the first computer addict to be disappointed by a delivery service.

Our match against Amazon Grimstad last Saturday has already been described by Per Kristiansen. It was an alright game. We won, and in the end, that is all that really matters at this stage in the League. The name of our opponents' team evokes visions of Amazon warriors, massive, powerful women with "thighs that neigh," and I have to admit, they almost lived up to such billing. Even though their team was every bit as strong in defence as I expected, they were not intimidating once we started to run them around. We really should have beaten them by more.

The game was a boring one top watch, and it was even boring for me to play. They defended with 10, and sometimes 11 players back, and we just had to try to play over the top of them grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!! I hate such negative play. Eventually we scored our goal from a good cross that eluded everyone and fell at my feet at the far post. It would have been hard for me to miss from where I was standing, but as my mother so helpfully pointed out, I have missed form there before. I am just glad that I volleyed it in.

The second half started out extremely well for us, and we scored a goal from Mari Knutsen in the first minute. She fired a rocket of a shot from just outside the 18. It was a great way to restart the game. Unfortunately, things quickly soured again, and we settled back into the regular routine of trying to break through their defensive wall. Not much else exciting happened ... except, well, they did get one break away, but our phenomenal goalie Ingrid was more than up to the job and I was never in doubt that she would not make the save.

We usually have a training and practice session twice on Mondays, with a first session at 07:30am. I was not looking forward to this, especially the day after our game. Fortunately, I think our coach felt that we could do without the exercise, and she canceled it. It was like receiving an early birthday present. In the afternoon session, she made some changes to the routine as well, and instead of a full training workout, we jogged in the rain and the wind for 40 minutes, showered, and then headed off to a fun session at the local bowling alley.

Everyone was talking about how horrible they were at bowling, so I was feeling alright about this little outing. I know my own limitations at this activity. I am not very good at all. However, I wasn't too stressed, as it sounded as if everyone was just as bad as me. THEY LIED!!!!!!!!!!!!

I came dead last in the overall standings, and I have been told that I look like John McCain when I bowl. It would appear that my arms don't function when I am trying to throw strikes... I get good velocity, but no direction. All of a sudden, everyone on the team suddenly became a critic and offered tips. Advice and criticism was coming at me from all angles. The most annoying of these coaches was Diana, who kept telling me to use my arm like a pendulum, and then to point at the pins once I had released. *@#!! Matheson. Thanks for the helpful tips.

Only one other team member even came close to being as awful as me. Thank you Hilda, from the bottom of my heart, for making me feel slightly better. However, I don't think Hilda was really trying. She seemed to be bowling and eating at the same time. I hate to admit it, but I was trying the entire time. I scored a 64.

Finally, a quick shout of thanks out to my, and D's, mother. They have both been guilt-tripped into sending us care packages. You can never be too old to receive these. You are both the greatest..

Well that is it from me this week. I am just going to check the mail.

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